The Job That Doesn’t Exist | mishaburnett

Courage man! Just keep writing. Read what Anais Nin said about the subject. I think her words are far more elegant than my memory will paraphrase, however. In essence both these methods will “work.” The first, you write for others. Keep writing for them, and you will eventually find a market. The second, which dear Anais, thought better to follow herself, just write. Write for yourself. Keep writing. Publish yourself. Eventually people will come to you. But you must love to write more than anything else. By the time they come to you, you may not need them anymore, but still they will be welcome. The sound of opening doors is deafening. Anais wrote for decades. before any but a few knew of her work. Decades. Not years. Continue reading

I cannot get through…

…although I’ve worked on it, and thought it over for so long, the Xerex series without weeping.  I had been engaged in some tagging entries.  I decided to tag the series in such a way that it can be called up solely with one link.

Still, it is impossible for me to detach myself fully from these six sonnets.  They, the story of the myriad ways in which I’ve longed for my dearest love, are in every way inexorably entwined.

Once, upon a time there existed the possibility, perhaps the certainty, wherein the pages of one’s diary would be stained with tears; however these tears now fall upon one’s keyboard at best, and do not leave a visible mark upon one’s words.