We would with equal force reject our own extinction.
Read MoreMine has been a lifelong practice of learning whose guidance to follow.
Read MoreTime is a funny commodity. I have complained that I’ve had too much and not enough of it.
Read MoreEverything we dream is real as soon as we dream it.
Read MoreI had to take Joyce off the altar on which I’d placed him, and put life on that altar instead.
Read MoreI had found my compass, the internal light by which all my creative endeavors would be guided.
Read MoreI wasn’t trying to get anything. I just wanted to share something that felt good to share.
Read MoreSometimes we simply have to write stories we don’t want to write to learn how to choose the right stories.
Read MoreThere is nothing like living with failure to understand it can’t kill you and that success can’t save you.
Read MoreThe news does not cover endings, only middles.
Read MoreWhen I write, I care about each word, and it’s the caring more than what we call craft that leads me somewhere that is as pleasing as it is surprising.
Read MoreBut before I could tell a new story, I spent several years literally reminding to myself, on the page or on long walks, that people wanted to be happy.
Read MoreIf the story she chooses to tell is most natural to her, if it requires none of the effort she had come to associate with success, she may feel a bit as if she’s given up.
Read MoreDespair is just my guidance recognizing a lie and trying, in the only language it has, to point me back to what is true.
Read MoreProofreading feels like a rather grownup thing to do, requiring me, as it does, to take as much responsibility for the final product as possible.
Read MoreI come up with an idea about how to relate to someone, or write a story, or teach a workshop, and do not always notice how that idea is aging.
Read MoreI do change, but not without first putting up a good fight.
Read MoreI understand now how irreplaceable that internal knowing is.
Read MoreI was young, and still harbored the idea that there were certain creative standards everyone on earth could agree on.
Read MoreThe seed of a desire was planted, and love and attention allowed it grow.
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