Tuesday, January 15, 2013
WHERE OUR BEST STORIES COME FROM
I don't know about you, but I don't spend a lot of time thinking about my worst life experiences. Whatever happened, happened. It's done. Over. I choose to live now, press onward.
And yet... this idea makes me want to pull out the old china, rub it with a dish towel and make a place-setting complete with silver and cloth napkin and sprig of wildflowers poking out of the chipped glass vase my mother gave me.
What are my worst life experiences? Am I brave enough to sit with them, to hold them in my mouth? Is this what every writer talks about when they talk about fear, about writing what scares you?
Writers, if you haven't read this book, please do. My father gave it to me for Christmas, and I have really savored it. Lots of wisdom, lots to ponder.