Quote of the Day [for sometime last month]
"To crank myself up [to write] I stood on a jack and ran myself up. I tightened myself like a bolt. I inserted myself in a vise-clamp and wound the handle till the pressure built. I drank coffee in titrated doses. It was a tricky business, requiring the finely tuned judgment of a skilled anesthesiologist. There was a tiny range within which coffee was effective, short of which it was useless, and beyond which, fatal.
I pointed myself. I walked to the water. I played the hateful recorder, washed dishes, drank coffee, stood on a beach log, watched birds. That was the first part; it could take all morning, or all month.
I read what I wrote yesterday. What I wrote yesterday needed to be slowed down. I inserted words in one sentences and hazarded a new sentence. At once I noticed that I was writing - which, as the novelist Frederick Buechner noted, called for a break, if not a full-scale celebration."
~ Annie Dillard
I pointed myself. I walked to the water. I played the hateful recorder, washed dishes, drank coffee, stood on a beach log, watched birds. That was the first part; it could take all morning, or all month.
I read what I wrote yesterday. What I wrote yesterday needed to be slowed down. I inserted words in one sentences and hazarded a new sentence. At once I noticed that I was writing - which, as the novelist Frederick Buechner noted, called for a break, if not a full-scale celebration."
~ Annie Dillard