with every new book I write, it seems
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
.... like I have never written before. Here is the scene. Here is the mood. How presumptuous, to think it might somehow bend to words.
I sit here, my eyes closed, teaching myself writing all over again.
It's never easy. You are never an old pro. You are just, perhaps, old. Each book is a virgin landscape. You may or may not succeed.
I sit here, my eyes closed, teaching myself writing all over again.
It's never easy. You are never an old pro. You are just, perhaps, old. Each book is a virgin landscape. You may or may not succeed.
3 comments:
I am sorry this is so - and yet it is encouraging. I am also certain you WILL get to brilliant, just wish it was easier.
Oh, but you will succeed. I have no doubt. You're a master of words.
The artist's fate. Always a beginner.
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