My writing desk, photographed by Carol Wild Last week I was finishing up a long morning walk with my friend Lindsey when she asked me the old familiar question: "What are you working on?" For the past couple years I've felt like a failure when I mumble through my answer, sighing: "Oh I don't know, I had this book idea, but I bet everyone's writing the same thing right now, and I'd want to travel to research the concept, but I'm not traveling right now, and I can't think of anything else, and I'm not really inspired lately, and blabbity blah" and by this time the person who asked has already made a mental grocery list, silently recited a movie they have memorized, and deeply regretted their question.
On Writing a Book
On Writing a Book
On Writing a Book
My writing desk, photographed by Carol Wild Last week I was finishing up a long morning walk with my friend Lindsey when she asked me the old familiar question: "What are you working on?" For the past couple years I've felt like a failure when I mumble through my answer, sighing: "Oh I don't know, I had this book idea, but I bet everyone's writing the same thing right now, and I'd want to travel to research the concept, but I'm not traveling right now, and I can't think of anything else, and I'm not really inspired lately, and blabbity blah" and by this time the person who asked has already made a mental grocery list, silently recited a movie they have memorized, and deeply regretted their question.