After a lifetime of hounding authors for advice, I’ve heard three truths from every mouth:
(1) Writing is painful — it’s ‘fun’ only for novices, the very young, and hacks;
(2) other than a few instances of luck, good work only comes through revision;
(3) the best revisers often have reading habits that stretch back before the current age, which lends them a sense of history and raises their standards for quality.
I thought I could exist in a vacuum. Attain independence and rationality.
I’m just a product of my hereditary, upbringing, hormone, culture, anxiety, education, politics, and socioeconomic status. What I see, what I read, what I experience: all is embedded in me.
Our brain and being are wired for changing circumstances. I have to learn live with all that. accept the hell and heaven of other people.
What will become of me after a decade from now? Moving shifting changing til we cease to exist. Til the vacuum comes.
It’s never about who’s better than you. There will be plenty, dead and alive.
It’s always about how you could get better, edit and revise.
We’ll become a work of our lifetime: a sum of fractures, success, and failure.