Water seeks its own level and water rises collectively

I am what I am again: a writer. I have metabolized the injury into art.

I think of making love and making art as being very parallel. Even the most amateur attempt can be thrilling.

All too often too often we try to push, pull, outline and control our ideas instead of letting them grow organically. The creative process is a process of surrender, not control.Mystery is at the heart of creativity. That, and surprise.

You are on the look out for experience, strength, and hope. You want to hear from the horse's mouth exactly how disappointments have been survived. It helps to know that the greats have had hard times too and that your own hard times merely make you part of the club.

Writing-and this is the big secret-wants to be written. Writing loves a writer the way God loves a true devotee. Writing will fill your heart if you let it. It will fill your pages and help to fill your life.

We go into parenting, and we discover that we don't have the answers. We are at a loss.