Well, sort of writing. Here and there. Some days I look at the story I'm working on and I think it's fantastic, and other days I think it's shit. I need to learn to shut that critic up and just be the writer!
I'm in the middle of a New Yorker article on Raymond Carver. He didn't really start writing seriously until his mid to late thirties, and didn't publish his first book until his forties. Not that I'm trying to say I've got time. But I don't need to feel like I'm washed up, missed my boat, or let the flame die out.
(photo of raymond carver)
1 comment:
thank you for that! That is super comforting!! You have this gift for pointing out utterly disturbing things and then bringing everything back into perspective by a simple comforting truth....
your disturbing things are often very hilarious too....
i heart mercy!!
(lolo)
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