I write to you this evening from a hotel room after a very long first day of the clinical trial at the medical center. Everything went smoothly and I am filled with silliness, which is perfect for this post I’ve been wanting to write for two weeks.
As we are approaching the 50th anniversary
of my having written this piece in the photo,
I simply must use it.
CLEANING OUT a CLOSET
I come upon
some of my early writing
and see clearly I had no VOICE of my own as yet. 🙂
And as I had just finished reading
the “Rumors of Water” chapter about VOICE,
I’d become newly radicalized
on the subject of speaking in one’s own VOICE.
and see how I was forced
to add “un” to “til,”
thus ruining a perfect left margin.
Margins were my passion!
See how I have taken a tone,
ordering the addressees (my parents)
to please be prompt?
This won’t do at all.
One must give careful consideration to one’s readers
and not order them around.
BTW, adding the word ‘please’
does not make something polite.
(I will refrain from examples.)
By the time you arrive at the end
all my classmates’ parents
got the exact same invitation
but with a different name at the bottom.
Never let your work be that interchangeable
that someone else could just as easily slap their name on it.
It ought to somehow be something
only you could write.
Ideally, that is.
And I am,
if nothing else,
an idealist…..but with a very practical bent.