When you decide to become a writer, it’s imperative that you begin to see your life as part of an ongoing narrative with a happy ending in which you are the protagonist. If you judge your life using traditional methods, such as “assessing the quality of the present” or “checking your bank account balance,” you can get very depressed, very quickly.
I find “stories of what famous writers did before they were famous writers” to be a primary source of validation in this regard. I can see my present in their past, which means their future must also be my future. Right? Totally.
That’s why I love Days of Yore, a website which interviews different artists — writers, performance artists, comedians, etc — about what it was like when they were just starting out. And in between the stories of cramped apartments, rejection letters, Kraft Dinner and odd jobs; the interviewees have plenty of pearls of wisdom to share about their craft in general. (from Autostraddle)
“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.”—Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
“I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.”—Augusten Burroughs, Dry
…that makes it more “morning” than say, 3am? The local morning news starts. Alarms of those who live in distant suburbs begin to go off. Even nature reacts. The birds were not chirping at 3:59. They are chirping now.
This always makes me feel that I have stayed up too late. It reminds me that people (and animals) are beginning their days and I have not yet ended mine. I have work at 9 and so do these other people. But….”yesterday” has not quiet morphed into today yet.
I guess this means I must sleep. I must sleep, even for just a couple hours, to reset, so that it can be today. I must sleep to let the wine wear off.