You are lucky to be one of those people who wishes to build sand castles with words, who is willing to create a place where your imagination can wander. We build this place with the sand of memories; these castles are our memories and inventiveness made tangible. So part of us believes that when the tide starts coming in, we won't really have lost anything, because actually only a symbol of it was there in the sand. Another part of us thinks we'll figure out a way to divert the ocean. This is what separates artists from ordinary people: the belief, deep in our hearts, that if we build our castles well enough, somehow the ocean won't wash them away. I think this is a wonderful kind of person to be. [Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life]
Lately I have been thinking a lot about why writing has always been so precious to me. I remember even as a young child how much I loved the feeling of empowerment that BEing able to put words together gave me.
I’ve never really got the hang of writing fiction. I’ve wanted to, but it’s like the difference BEtween BEing a sculptor and bicycle messenger.
What I know is that I am very lucky.
I love you, Currie