the courage to begin… again
I forgot how little you can control the Story. You can control what you read, who you try to imitate, you can choose your subject—but you cannot control the Story as it emerges into itself.
I forgot that uncanny feeling. The Story will take you unaware, it will manifest itself in the margins and then crop out the body of the text; it will eat into your pages and lead you further and further away from the initial intent, from the Vision.
But the Vision, Annie Dillard says, must be gouged out, after all. It’s only purpose, however much you loved it and however central it seemed, was only to coax your towards writing again, only to give you the courage to begin.
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