This is the end of my writing challenge, but not completing the exercise does not in any way feel like failure.
Learning to write well, creatively, productively applies as well to learning to live well, creatively, productively.
Teaching does not supplant writing, and the artist at some deeply significant level remains always a teacher.
Whenever I’m at a loss for topics to write about, I simply look out my window. The most intriguing stories, though, are hidden from view.
I confess to not always living up to the aspirations of James Baldwin. Not everything I write has moral intentions.
What happens between teacher and student, as well as between parent and child, between intimates and colleagues, at its best involves changes that bring “more enlightened living in the world.”
As a writer I’m with Richard Powers in finding more fulfillment in preparing myself as a receptacle for the creative experience than in producing a daily word count.
Trust the pen, trust the paper, trust the words into sentences into paragraphs, into essays and books. Something is said.
Unable to see where I am or what lies in my immediate path should not prevent me from venturing out, as long as I have the vision of my destination to guide me.