How could someone who had been so mistaken about the narrative structure of her own life hope to write a novel?
I think this goes nicely with this week’s theme of narrativizing real life… and how, in my opinion, you shouldn’t!
Also it’s a really informational piece. Young hopeful writers need to understand that “being a writer” is a kind of masochist goal for oneself.
And, it’s also a precautionary tale about the internet wasting our time. Which I should really listen to. (…she wrote on her Tumblr…)
Late-night work realizations.
Visual arts: the brain.
Music: the spirit.
Literature: resuscitation of past lives.