Still Writing

Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

We grow angrier as the day progresses this way. How can we be letting this happen?

writing from a place that haunts you, from the locus of your obsession and fear and desire—and

Delmore Schwartz’s “In Dreams Begin Responsibilities.”

They say that the cerebral frontal cortex—the part of the brain that identifies and comprehends risk and danger—is not fully developed until well into one’s twenties.

If we inhabit his body as he walks down the path, things will happen in the writing:

sonata. I didn’t consider the meaning of the word practice. It would be many years before I began to understand that all of life is practice: writing, driving, hiking, brushing teeth, packing lunch boxes, making beds, cooking dinner, making love, walking dogs, even sleeping. We are always practicing. Only practicing.

Though we are alone in our rooms, alone with our demons, our inner censors, our teachers remind us that we’re not alone in the endeavor.

but I knew there was another way to be. I had seen it in her. I just didn’t know how to get there.