If you have ever published anything anywhere there is a good chance your work has influenced someone in some way.
Read MoreThe more unwanted the event, the more necessary is my artistic attention to it.
Read MoreYou may have to get to the end to discover what a story’s actually about, but the finishing isn’t the point.
Read MoreSomething outside of my control would determine how I would feel, the same as the weather determines if I should wear a coat.
Read MoreAll stories are about the exact same thing: someone wants something and they can’t have it.
Read MoreIt’s one thing to tell an inspiring story to four or no people, and another thing altogether to tell that same story to 400.
Read MoreI don’t like problems, except when I’m willingly giving them my full attention. Then they become something else.
Read MoreAll this resting when I wasn’t tired, sitting when I’d just as soon walk, and consuming but never creating was depleting.
Read MoreI love ambition. It’s our attempt to see beyond what’s right in front of us, to imagine something beyond what we have and what we’ve known.
Read MoreWhy put something in your story that doesn’t belong, that takes it in the wrong direction?
Read MoreMy ambition is aimed forward, toward creating what will one day exist in the future.
Read MoreI could be standing peacefully beside someone who is, in their own way, in the middle of a war.
Read MoreNothing is actually created when my attention leaves the present.
Read MoreThe more I write, the more I have come to the conclusion that the only thing real in my life is that flow I find when I’ve dropped all resistance and let the story come.
Read MoreBut he knew the truth. He knew that once, when he was younger, he didn’t know what the future held for him.
Read MoreIf I pay attention, I’m aware that I’m applauding as much for myself as the artist.
Read MoreI must sit with a blinking cursor, feeling the desire for the next sentence, knowing I want it, but not knowing what it is.
Read MoreWatch the stars that guide you, and don’t worry if no one else can see them.
Read MoreBy accepting what I was giving, she was acknowledging its value. In that moment, she reminded me that we were equals.
Read MoreIt’s a kind of deliberate daydreaming, the true portal to every writer’s genius.
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