When I turned six, a boy a year younger than me gave me a
handmade birthday card. I told him birds and clouds don’t really look like
that.
Also, I wasn't really sure how the black birds on pink paper motif had any relevance to celebrating another year of maturity. It all seemed sort of random. I wasn’t trying to be mean; I just thought he might like to know.
It is very, very hard to switch to being an author when
you’re a critic at heart.
Well, you just have to write one good thing that gets you attention and then you can make a living pointing out flaws in other people's stuff.
ReplyDeleteThe tricky thing is not obsessing over the flaws in your own stuff.
ReplyDeleteI don't think you'd be a writer if you didn't. Obsession is a two-edged sword, but, as far as I can tell, a necessary one.
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