I love Anne Lamott’s writing. The book “Traveling Mercies” was recommended to me after my Mom died, and I loved it. Her writing is so honest, brutally self-effacing honest, funny, liberal, and generous. I’ve read many of her books and loved every one.
Hope you enjoy this!
This was originally posted by Anne Lamott, here!
I don’t usually count on inspiration in my work. I count on the belief that if I show up, keep my butt in the chair, hold a potato gun to my head, and make myself sit there, something writerish will happen.
I’ll get some words down on paper, or the on screen.
They will suck.
There may be 185 of them, when was I was after is a sentence of 40 words. Or 18, or whatever. But if I stop to figure out where that one sentence is, I won’t get the next 203 words down, in which will be buried the 36 I seek, to describe the stream, or the truly most awful person in my life, or the light on my flowering pear tree.
See? It’s a lot like real life–incredibly time-consuming, with very little to show for it…
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