I was re-reading Untroubled Sky just because I had quoted Isumi in my previous entry and wanted to make sure I'd gotten him right (yup, verbatim). And then I realized just where the story had come from: writing.
Writing is like playing go. Everyone is born with varying amounts of talent, whether it be inventiveness, a sharp mind, keen observational skills, or a way with words. We start at different ages, some of us
Some of us
Not all of us will
Why do you
Courtesy of moonsliver, some words I could really use whenever I feel down:
Writers are people who write. By and large, they are not happy people. They're not good at relationships. Often they're drunks. And writing -- good writing -- does not get easier and easier with practice. It gets harder and harder -- so eventually the writer must stall out into silence. The silence that waits for every writer and that, inevitably, if only with death (if we're lucky the two may happen at the same time: but they are still two, and their coincidence is rare), the writer must fall into is angst-ridden and terrifying - and often drives us mad. (In a letter to Allen Tate, the poet Hart Crane once described writing as "dancing on dynamite.") So if you're not a writer, consider yourself fortunate.
-- Samuel Delaney, On Writing