This morning I woke up with some melancholy thinking about my journey. I found myself having pancakes and debating how important is to give life meaning. Meaning that transcends worldly possessions or short-sighted visions. Meaning that will keep you going, with a smile on your face, because you are honouring your true self.
With this in mind, I opened my newsfeed and a post from Brian Harney, whom I have known for few years, popped up. So, I am sharing it:
“Live in the deep past, with the language of the Koran or the Mabinogion or Mother Goose or Dickens or Dickinson or Baldwin or whatever speaks to you deeply. Literature is not high school and it’s not actually necessary to know what everyone around you is wearing, in terms of style, and being influenced by people who are being published in this very moment is going to make you look just like them, which is probably not a good long-term goal for being yourself or making a meaningful contribution. At any point in history there is a great tide of writers of similar tone, they wash in, they wash out, the strange starfish stay behind, and the conches. Check out the bestseller list for April 1935 or August 1978 if you don’t believe me. Originality is partly a matter of having your own influences: read evolutionary biology textbooks or the Old Testament, find your metaphors where no one’s looking……”
Rebecca Solnit’s recent advice to writers via Austin Kleon