More stuff about advice over at the Awl. I’m going into writing as this man is leaving it. His reflection causes my reflection. He sounds like the way I sounded when I left food service.
Why do I want to write?
The writers high. I love it. I’m chasing it. I’m looking for that next hit of clever turn of phrase. I’m looking for that next provoke. I’m looking for the next moment when I look into myself and speak honestly. It is there that I find truth.
I don’t know if I am capable of ‘making it work’ with a word and a page. I want to follow water. I want to see what perspective that brings. I want to keep putting words on page one at a time and see if they ever start to be beautiful. By following water, I hope to find work that pays enough to keep writing.
I am sad because this post has no cleverness. No substance. No life. I didn’t even bother quoting him. I wonder if I should even post it at all.