Meanwhile, Pim and Bim came upon a duck who lay a large black egg which she immediately abandoned. (This gets relevant.)
Pim Comic Strip
How I came to write Pim
People often ask how I came to write Pim. It seems like a thousand years since I discovered Pim, or that Pim
discovered me. Thankfully I kept detailed notes and saved photos from that time. While I can’t swear to the
absolute accuracy of what you are about to read, I have done my best to capture the essence of how Pim entered my life.
Clarice extricated herself from the WDA, walked the final block to the Archive, and dropped the sonnets in the donation box.
Clarice stopped at an outdoor cafe and sat with the Well-Dressed Albatross who evaluated the poems vis-à-vis those of lauded sonneteers.
Clive rapidly perused the archive. His keen memory for visual signposts meant he did NOT require Aridne’s Thread to navigate its labyrinth.
And so Clarice conveyed the letters to the archive, the night sky bereft of moon and stars as though they’d fled some portent.
The previous evening Clarice had stayed in, tending her plant. She brought home the Sonnets (mysteriously credited since she last looked.)
After several moments of uncharacteristic silence, Clive propounded what he would describe as the major initiative of his career so far.
Unable to fully comprehend Clive’s theories of information management, the librarian presented Clive with a concrete problem.
Clive leaned in and explained the system he’d been hired to implement. As well as the theory behind it.
Clive did eventually reach the archive, and in a series of exchanges he imparted his mission the the librarian.
