Everything about writing a novel like this is an internal thing — that’s where it all begins, happens, and ends. External events such as writing, as esthetically spectacular as they may be, are just a creative reaction to a great agitation which takes place deep inside the writer’s being.
“As I walk’d by my self
And talk’d to my self,
My self said unto me,
Look to thy self,
Take care of thy self,
For nobody cares for thee.
I answer’d my self,
And said to my self,
In the self-same repartee,
Look to thy self
Or not look to thy self,
The self-same thing will be.”
Anonymous | “King William the Third to Himself”