Tag: connie may fowler
These were just folks, making a living, talented, brave, hungry, mischievous, petty, kind, gentle, good, mean, evil, silly, serious, tired, hopeful, scared, longing, confused, arrogant, jealous, wise: the human condition in all its frail and glorious fuckery. Connie May Fowler, How Clarissa Burden Learned to Fly.
I’m trying to say that you have to risk being scared again. Isn’t that what you told that room full of wannabe writers the day we met? That writing wasn’t for the faint of heart? That it was scary and it hurt and it welled up from the most dangerous and injured placed in our…