To write requires attention, not unlike a call to prayer.
To write requires respect – even reverence – for the sacred within the ordinary.
Writing well demands that I be wide awake, both open to and honest about what I see, and lucid in the telling.
Writing asks that I embrace a world that can just as well be the source of despair.
And this. Writing demands that I quit talking about writing – ah so easy – and sit my ass down on a hard chair instead. That I pick up a pen and write.
Scratch out.
Throw away.
Start again.
And again.
And again.
Write.