From Hobbyist to Writer (or Why I’m Getting Married)
Men know when they’ve found their wives. Independent of how things turn out in the future, that initial and subsequent belief comes from a deep place. Deeper than love, I believe; that comes and goes, for known and unknown reasons. It comes from conversation—beyond the pithy, though enjoyable flutters of early love, when things are cool, peace even, amid the “getting to know” stage. The “talking” stage. Talk, in this case, descends into that deeper place, accessible only when one listens, listens, to the truth: that she’ll tell you what you need to hear, whether you like it or not.
This is how I decided to put in the work, to learn the craft of writing. Read the rest of this entry →
