I have been given a lot of advice. And while a great deal of it has been good (and, naturally, a great deal has been truly terrible as well,) nothing has yet come to claim the crown as these simple words from my grandfather.
What do I do when I’m not writing? The things that will inspire me. The things that make me happy.
Naturally, I have had plenty of time to imagine which authors I’d most want to sit down to a meal with, and what kind of souffle I would serve. For now, these are the top five authors I’d most want to meet in my life.
I do not have a half-naked Greek Goddess of muse and inspiration lying across my bed. Inspiration doesn’t work like that.
Because no matter what we write, we must give some of ourselves over the story, to the writing, to the characters, the sacrifice every writer must make to get it right.
The writer aesthetic is cozy. It is sleepy and comfy, it is intentionally messy buns and no makeup and stretchy jeans. It is the uniform of the rainy-day, tea-drinking, muse-chasing writer, and it is my favorite.
Writing a book does not happen on the day of the release, but rather, over the course of so, so many hours and so many opportunities to give up. And I consider that my greatest accomplishment.