There are some great little essays by writers, about writing, she said.
And she wasn't kidding.
How about this painful little gem by author Jim Shepard?
He tells students they may be cut out for the writing life if "(a) they need to do it in order to feel good about themselves, even though (b) doing it almost never makes them feel good about themselves."
I was thinking about this in the middle of the night last night.
I was up with an idea, which was great (in that I love a muse-driven writing session) and which was terrible (in that it was 1 a.m. and nothing but uck was actually coming out on the page).
So then I proceeded to use the time to catch up on some more back-blog-reading.
And lo and behold, there you all are, sorting out your own stuff with writing and with life.
There is so much to negotiate, most of it in our own heads.
Thank goodness for poetry, right?
Thank goodness for poetry and the hot, homemade Michigan-blueberry muffins I just pulled out of my oven.
This goes out to Tanita and Jama today.
With high hopes for confidence, joy, success and no regrets...
When I was a child
I played by myself in a
corner of the schoolyard
I hated dolls and I
hated games, animals were
not friendly and birds
(Read the rest here, or better yet -- listen to Garrison Keillor read it!)