I heart you.

CeCe

The sport analogy has probably been made with you and yes, there is art in writing but mostly there’s work. The kind of work the dude who really wants to be a pro tennis player does, getting up in the wee hours and pissing off the neighbors by smacking a tennis ball against the garage door. Raining? Then let’s run in it. All the nuance in a drop shot doesn’t come from raw talent – that helps and separates the pros from the college players but work, the endless drilling, the … just … one … more … forehand during a lonely PRACTICE (fuck the match). It’s true in writing too.

Awhile back I sent you a URL to something Dan Simmons wrote, not cheery news and I intuitively dispute the statistic. He said there are fewer pro writers then there are pro baseball players but he never defined what a ‘pro’ writer was. I’ll assume it’s a writer who can actually live off their writing comfortably. I would assume that would include screenwriters and TV writiers (I don’t know). The point being, it ain’t easy.

Now you’re 19, smart as a whip and being pulled ninety different ways but you gotta start practicing your chops (as Tiffy mauls a metaphor hopping from sports to music). I’m sitting on this big comfy chair looking at a comforter laying on the floor in front of the couch. I wonder if I could describe it, in words, in such a way that you could see it in your mind’s eye exactly the way I see it.

Because if I could do that CeCe then I could express what this tiny little one off post of yours had on me emotionally. How you have this gift or talent or whatever you want to call it to express a part of you that rings with such a pure truthfulness and cohesiveness that I cock my head in wonder. I honestly believe that it would be a short hop for you to transfer that to a character in any format you chose to explore.

But you HAVE to practice your chops ::soft smile::

I know you can do this! I will go to my grave believing in you and what you can accomplish! You go girl!!!

Tiffy