Late\u00adly, more than ever, I\u2019ve been think\u00ading about a quote by the late, great play\u00adwright Sam Shep\u00adard: \u201cAlone\u00adness is a con\u00addi\u00adtion of writ\u00ading. You look at all the writ\u00aders that have come up with some\u00adthing worth its own salt, and they\u2019re utter\u00adly alone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAlone\u00adness is a con\u00addi\u00adtion of writ\u00ading.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve come not just to accept, but to ful\u00adly embrace, this truth of the writ\u00ading life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now, instead of being depressed by my feel\u00adings of being \u201cutter\u00adly alone,\u201d I view these feel\u00adings as my North Star: If I\u2019m alone, I must be doing some\u00adthing right; I must be on my way to writ\u00ading some\u00adthing great.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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