It’s so humid that your only thought is of plunging into a pool of ice cold water. All day in this miserable weather has been devoted to the search for silence and a spring breeze blowing over glimmering stalks of wheat. Only in that moment of internal alignment with nature and the ever powerful earth will all the mysteries of what the fuck you’re going to write be exposed. Please, God… just give me one more page.
Keep hoping. If creativity comes to you like a divine vision, then you’ll have validated the lives of college students everywhere.
They say, “Read more books!” …As if you do anything else.
We say, “Read more Sass.”