I’ve met other writers – some of them actually “full-time” writers – who say they agonize over writing and what to say, who to represent, or why to say something. I often wonder why, if that’s the case, they chose the writing life at all?
I once had the good fortune to hear new age writer Natalie Goldberg reading from her terrific book, Writing Down The Bones, and saying best of all what a “true” writer should stand for and what he or she should represent.
“A writer,” she said, “must say yes to life, to all of life: the water glasses, the Kemp's half-and-half, the ketchup on the counter. It is not a writer's task to say, ‘It is dumb to live in a small town or to eat in a café when you can eat macrobiotic at home.’ Our task is to say a holy yes to the real things of our life as they exist.”