December 28, 2019:

For years I carried spiral notebooks everywhere. I wrote vignettes: snapshots, descriptions, discrete little moments of encounters or brainfarts. I thought I was learning craft. Practicing to one day write conventional novels.

In time I began to see vignette as a valuable form in itself.

I have zero interest in "story" or "plot" or "character development". Or any of the other compromises which evolved over centuries to compensate for the second law of thermodynamics. I prefer still images to moving ones. I like the this right here of a well-crafted vignette. I like the way it seems to imply a larger world than the one little dust mote it describes.

Now I just use my phone.