Above my desk is a framed quote of one of Wendell Berry’s famous poems. It reads, “It may be when we no longer know what we have to do, we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey.” I hung this up many years ago when I had just graduated with my MFA, when I didn’t have a full-time job yet, when I was living in a constant state of uncertainty. I have kept it up because I feel like it’s a state I now just exist in, this seeking and striving for
I support this new direction whole-heartedly! Publishing rejections (and acceptances) are not *the work* and therefore offers is writers so little of value. I hope it’s a generative season for you, Melody, wherever this leads you. ❤️
I support this new direction whole-heartedly! Publishing rejections (and acceptances) are not *the work* and therefore offers is writers so little of value. I hope it’s a generative season for you, Melody, wherever this leads you. ❤️