Letter to an Aspiring Writer
Beware of artists. They mix with all classes of society and are therefore most dangerous.— Queen Victoria' Dear Writer, Have you ever woken in the night and thought: I’m here. I’m breathing. I have something to say. Can anyone hear me? Have you ever surfed a wave? Looked down from a mountain peak? Jumped into icy water? And thought -- I’m alive – I’d like to pack this into my bag and pull it out later. Do you remember moments of great joy? Of great sorrow? A flash of insight?