bien dans ma peau

Listening to writers talk about their craft mortalizes them.  They write like anyone else does their job.  Get up, get dressed, walk the dog, drink coffee, sit down, get started.  Have lunch.  Work some more.  Stop, eat dinner, laze.  Just like every other job in the world.

So why is it so difficult to see anything through to completion?  One writer suggests that we are still young and can afford to play with words as long as we like.  Another posits that fear of failure translates into failure to culminate.  (I shoulder the certainty that it must also have something to do with apathy.)  Another has no answer to this because he has written -and published- six books this year.  Though he prides himself on his imagination, he cannot relate.  (Perhaps he writes nonfiction.)  Three artists on a panel is not enough to get an adequate answer to this question.

It would be better to spend the whole day, several days, listening to writers talk about writing, listening to dancers dance about architecture, being inspired and being realistic.  It would be satisfying to look at photographs of log cabins in the woods.  (Septic tanks and well water...)  But it would be safer to keep doing what we always do.

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