How I feel when I pitch. My life has been kind of a conflicted, on-again off-again, will-they-or-won’t-they relationship with words. At the beginning, it was all love. I adored reading from an early age, and when it came to the spoken variety, my parents were, if anything, a little too encouraging. Unless I was complaining, they thought whatever I thought and said was wonderful, so those two things were often the same. They liked to show off how cute I was when I was an unabashed and unfiltered tiny person, and so that’s how I tended to be.
Funny (as in odd) - I always feel that I don't have enough words when I write. I think of the Red Smith quote: Writing is easy; just open up a vein and bleed. Also, a review of Updike by Martin Amis in the NYT where Amis contrasts Updike with Samuel Beckett ("Headmaster of the Writing Is Agony School") re: their ability to put words on the page. I can talk a blue streak, though (and also had speech therapy. Nice piece.
You know I always loved your writing. This explains you as a kid (I just thought you were quiet). I guess that’s why we were friends, despite the nerd aspect and being one of four girls in a sea of nerds when we met, clinging to the life raft of being female. I’m glad I had you back then…I think we all made each other’s teenage existence more tolerable.
And I can still write forever, but now it’s just impressive emails…
Funny (as in odd) - I always feel that I don't have enough words when I write. I think of the Red Smith quote: Writing is easy; just open up a vein and bleed. Also, a review of Updike by Martin Amis in the NYT where Amis contrasts Updike with Samuel Beckett ("Headmaster of the Writing Is Agony School") re: their ability to put words on the page. I can talk a blue streak, though (and also had speech therapy. Nice piece.
I think a lot of people feel the same way you do. 🤷🏼♀️
You know I always loved your writing. This explains you as a kid (I just thought you were quiet). I guess that’s why we were friends, despite the nerd aspect and being one of four girls in a sea of nerds when we met, clinging to the life raft of being female. I’m glad I had you back then…I think we all made each other’s teenage existence more tolerable.
And I can still write forever, but now it’s just impressive emails…
❤️ I’m super glad I had you too. And you’re definitely still a good writer, I love how you phrased that.