When I finished reading The Writing Life by Annie Dillard I realized my writing will never achieve the level of the great ones. But I am OK with this just as I was OK with deciding not to pursue writing for a living. Too hard, too demanding, too much time spent writing words into the universe where no one reads what you’ve written. Maybe if I took this writing thing seriously I could have gotten a lot better. Maybe if I had become a better writer the angels above would have tossed me a bit of luck. Maybe it’s not too late to start writing better. It’s always easier to work tirelessly on your art when you don’t depend upon it to put a roof over your head, food on the table, clothes on your back. The Artist must start somewhere.
Mimi and Papa by Madelyn. I’m the one on the right.
“Most of us have two lives. The life we live, and the unlived life within us. Between the two stands Resistance.”
Steven Pressfield from The War of Art – https://stevenpressfield.com/2020/10/the-unlived-life/
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