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.
Blessed even.
I love you, Currie
3 comments:
I dont consider myself a novelist either, but i am still giving it a shot,
love your giraffe....
Lovely giraffe & wonderful background. It looks like you had a pleasant time creating this.
I envy those who write well. I must have slept through all of the grammar classes as a child or at least Day Dreamed through them. :) I find it difficult to put my jumbled thoughts on paper and just getting a blog written is often more than I can handle. Everything always runs together and gets worse as I get older and since Fibromyalgia has taken over my life. But I do keep trying most days :)
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