“One poem or one story doesn’t matter one way or the other. It’s the process of writing and life that matters.” –Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones
“The true artist keeps working long after the heart has been cut out of [her].”
–Peter Wild
sustained effort: day two
I’m graduated. Finished. Without a net to catch me, a rope to guide me, a paid-and-therefore-obliged mentor on the other end of an email to care about my drafts. And in order not to go completely adrift, I’ve given myself a schedule, which boils down to one solid hour of writing time a day. So far, I’ve stuck to it. It’s day two. I’m going ahead and patting myself on the back. Like everything with me writing related, the daily endeavor is dreadful at the outset, thrilling in conclusion. To say: I wrote today (and to mean pages)! That is a thing of beauty.
In heaven at Harvard Book Store
