Monday, January 2, 2012
What I'm Wishing for You in 2012
Also, I wish you (brief) periods of time when you can't quite get to the writing. I wish you the joy of missing the writing.
I wish you the serendipity, the pleasure, and the artistic emboldening of finding just the right novel/story/memoir at just the right moment.
My friend Karen--the most well-read person I know--is genius at this sort of thing. Her shelves are like those of a pharmacy, and she dispenses books like medicine.
I wish you friends like Karen. A writing group like mine. I wish for you a collection of people, both dear ones and acquaintances, near ones and cyber-pals, who both inspire you and challenge you.
I wish you a single perfect sentence.
I wish you wisdom, boldness, and heart when it comes to revising. I wish you clearmindedness when it comes to cutting the fat, and courage when it comes to pressing the character or the language or the scene just a little bit further.
I wish you the joy of not knowing--the pleasure of writing to find out.
I wish you your dream agent. A brilliant editor. A bevy of enlightened, enchanted readers.
I wish you excruciatingly frustrating days in The Chair--when, let's face it, you really, really, really hate the writing--because this is what builds and proves your writerly mettle.
I wish you good health. A water-tight house and a relatively peaceful home-life, whatever that is for you. I wish you strong coffee. Comfortable shoes. Leafy greens. The relief and pleasure of a bed and a little mental peace at the end of the day.
If you're reading this blog, I'm grateful for you. Thank you for bothering, and thank you for valuing so many of the things--the writing, the living, the reading, the hope--that I value. My very best to you in 2012.