Thursday, January 16, 2014

Advice?

Advice? I don't have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you're writing, you're a writer. Write like you're a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there's no chance for a pardon. Write like you're clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you've got just one last thing to say, like you're a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God's sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we're not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don't. Who knows, maybe you're one of the lucky ones who doesn't have to.

Alan Watts (1915 - 1973)

2 comments:

theartofpuro said...

Happy New Year:) Happy to see you again:) Great post,good also for illustrators as me:)

Michael G. O’Connell said...

Thanks Monica. Happy New Year to you, too. I keep hoping to find time to get back to illustration, perhaps this year!