I feel about my writing the way Jess feels about his drawing
"You should draw a picture of Terabithia for us to hang in the castle," Leslie said.
"I can't." How could he explain it in a way Leslie would understand, how he yearned to reach out and capture the quivering life about him and how when he tried, it slipped past his fingertips, leaving a dry fossil upon the page? "I just can't get the poetry of the trees," he said.
"She nodded. "Don't worry," she said. "You will someday."
From Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson
Sigh.
"I can't." How could he explain it in a way Leslie would understand, how he yearned to reach out and capture the quivering life about him and how when he tried, it slipped past his fingertips, leaving a dry fossil upon the page? "I just can't get the poetry of the trees," he said.
"She nodded. "Don't worry," she said. "You will someday."
From Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson
Sigh.