--This morning, I listened to this interview with Ta-Nehisi Coates. While I find him to be a prophetic (in the Old Testament sense of that word) voice when he talks about race and the U.S., I want to know more about his writing life. I'm especially interested in his pre-Pulitzer Prize, pre-MacArthur days and the transitions he had to make after those wins.
He alludes to his earlier writing life. He talks about writing a daily blog that was read by 2 people, himself and his dad.
I wonder if he wrote about the same subjects then. I wonder what it's like to go from that freedom of writing whatever one wants, to knowing that a wide variety of people will be aware of one's ideas--and they won't all be friendly people.
--I woke up this morning at 2:30 because the wind has howled for over a day. It slams things--rain, mainly--into the house. Would I wake up this way if we hadn't had a hurricane last month? Probably.
--I had a wonderful writing time in these wee small hours of the morning. I'm crafting a story based on Tim O'Brien's "The Things They Carried." Instead of Vietnam, it's set in a for-profit art school that's closing. It come so easily. What a delight to write fiction that's flowing, instead of writing a sentence and wondering where to go next.
--I've been slowly getting back to submitting--mainly packets of poetry. It's not like past years, when I'd get envelopes ready to go to the post office on September 1, when many reading periods start.
--I am feeling a bit of despair. I thought I would be further along by age 52.
--But let me remind myself that I do have 3 chapbooks published. And let me remind myself that the publishing life in the U.S. in the 21st century is uneven, at best. So even though I haven't hit some of the milestones that I would have envisioned long ago, as a much younger writer, that doesn't mean that they are forever out of reach.
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