Archive for August, 2008


I was reading a question and answer session with Philip Pullman today on his site and in one of the answers he talked about how often writers work in the absence of any kind of inspiration, how amateurs think that if they were just more inspired they would be professionals, and professionals know that if they only wrote when inspired they would be amateurs.

Well, I clearly fall into the category of the amateur.

I have so much admiration for the women and men in this world who can actually write for a living.  When I was a child I always planned to be a writer.  I identified with heroines like Betsy and Anne who felt life without writing was not worth living.  But somehow my story ended up to be quite different, and now I moan and groan if I have to do any writing at all.  I have such a desire inside myself to create things, to make my own clothes out of sari fabric, or a book of wedding photos, or a really beautiful house.  But somehow I don’t even know how to get started.  I feel like I don’t even know what my inherent aesthetic sense IS, whether I even have a coherent sense of style.

But I keep trying.  And I have to trust that keeping going in the absence of inspiration is the mark of a true creative spirit.


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