The deepest joy of writing comes from the work itself, not from the publishing of it. Before I published my first book, I kept thinking, "If only I could publish a book, I would be happy and fulfilled forever." But strangely, that joy wears off, and you find yourself only wishing for the next published book, or a positive review, or the possibility of an award. Early on, I learned (but have to keep reminding myself) that the daily chasing of words holds the deepest sense of fulfillment; and rereading a well-done piece of writing is the ultimate—and most lasting—satisfaction.
April 1, 2014
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Vol. 71•
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