Here we all are, still out there, writing, searching, gathering our courage and trying new things. Kathy had her spot of hiding under the kitchen table; I always called mine, “the corner”—the spot where I’d retreat in uncertainty (despair?) when not quite being good enough clobbered me once more. But having students—how about “colleagues” or “neighbors” or “fellow strivers”—turned out to be an arena where the challenges remained energizing, not demoralizing. And it’s still all about practice—writing, writing, and writing. Yes, yes, and yes.
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