Ira Glass on slogging your way to the dream
The last time I watched this was before I had started this blog, and now it seems that I am doing with this blog exactly what Ira recommends.
Interesting...
The last time I watched this was before I had started this blog, and now it seems that I am doing with this blog exactly what Ira recommends.
Interesting...
On the way in to work this morning, I listened to an episode of This American Life that told the story of a 15-year-old superfan of science fiction and fantasy author Piers Anthony. He had a troubled home life and ran away to seek out and hopefully live with his idol... several states away. It was a riveting episode, and there was a quote from Anthony at the end that really resonated with me:
"One thing you who had secure or happy childhoods should understand about those of us who did not, we who control our feelings, who avoid conflicts at all costs or seem to seek them, who are hypersensitive, self-critical, compulsive, workaholic, and above all survivors, we're not that way from perversity. And we cannot just relax and let it go. We've learned to cope in ways you never had to."
The episode's transcript is here or (recommended) you can listen to it here.
Of course, who among us had a perfect childhood? We all have our wounds, but I found this inspirational because it came from a very successful and large-hearted guy who had once struggled mightily but found his way through.
I think I might run away to go and live with Piers Anthony...
Recently deceased This American Life contributor David Rakoff on the dubious joys of the first draft:
Writing—I can really only speak to writing here—always, always only starts out as shit: an infant of monstrous aspect; bawling, ugly, terrible, and it stays terrible for a long, long time (sometimes forever). Unlike cooking, for example, where largely edible, if raw, ingredients are assembled, cut, heated, and otherwise manipulated into something both digestible and palatable, writing is closer to having to reverse-engineer a meal out of rotten food.
(From his latest book Half Empty, which I have just requested from the library.)