7 Feb 2011

February 7, 2011

It would be terrible to hate your spouse’s laugh. Then you could never be happy at the same time.

It’s so hard to create something that’s honest and fictional. The temptation is to give up, complain about fiction being irrelevant or pointless or contrived, stick to journaling. But I think that’s sort of a cop-out. Sometimes I wonder what real life can actually tell us about real life. If you asked 5 different people to recall an event, you’d get 5 different versions. What is fiction again?

And then my car skidded on the sandy roads this morning.

There’s nothing that kills creativity like discouragement. You have to lie to yourself. You have to tell yourself you’re awesome.

 

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