- “What’s wrong with you drama queen?
- “Get up princess! Come on!”
- “Shut up. Shut up.”
- “Oh, this gon’ be sweet. He hates the man.”
- “You go mess with him and see what happens!”
- “Kentucky Fried Chicken!”
- “You look like Colonel Sanders, actually.”
a similarity made moot by a growing set of numbers described as years between them; a hidden promise disguised as motive. ‘we’re not that different, you and I,’ they seem to say to each other, never clear on which was the one saying it, and maybe silently resolving that it didn’t really matter at all.”
someone has a story similar to your story.
someone has a story that’s the complete opposite of yours.
someone has a story you’ve never heard of before.
someone has a story you thought you knew everything about, but from a new angle.
There is a moment when procrastination halts—and it is just that: momentary; just for a second, just long enough to break through, type those first words, and be somewhere close to “on your way.” It’s bewildering, that wash. Concentration and purpose all at once.
One of my favorite interviews from The Paris Review is with Toni Morrison, where she says that the most important thing for a writer to figure out is when exactly they write best. For her, it’s soon after dawn, after she’s made sure to watch the sunrise with a cup of coffee. Only then, she says, can she begin the process.