I read something funny, compelling, witty, charming, beautiful.
1) want to be a good writer
2) want to have time, energy, passion to write, interesting things to write about even though I know writing well isn’t about that at all.
Why do I care so much?
Maybe I want to be funny, compelling, witty, charming, beautiful.
Maybe writing sounds like the opposite of the franticness, the pressure, the demands, the 893 emails behind but I’m just too tired to look at the words anymore.
I’m not missing desire, only strength.