The recent illustrations of Siri, the iPhone 4S voice-recognition based assistant, failing to provide information to users about abortion, birth control, help after rape and help with domestic violence has gotten a lot of notice. Yesterday’s post with screenshots from a Twitter conversation I was…
“The first draft may be stumbling and exhausting, but the next draft or drafts will be soaring and exhilarating. Only have faith: the first sentence can’t be written until the last sentence has been written. Only then do you know where you’ve been going, and where you’ve been.”—– from The Faith of a Writer: Life, Craft, Art by Joyce Carol Oates (via jameyhatley)
“There are many, many types of books in the world, which makes good sense, because there are many, many types of people, and everybody wants to read something different.”—Lemony Snicket (The Bad Beginning)
There is what you plan to write and then what you write, always. What comes out is not wrong if you don’t recognize it. It is called inspiration, after all, and not “totally recognizable thing you always knew would be there.” The thing you don’t recognize waits, waiting for you to pick it up and finish.
This is part of what’s hard: there is a middle part to the work you do when it is neither what it was nor what it will be and seems terrible and certain to betray you. But it is only unfinished.
I wrote a thing for Nova Ren Suma’s inspiration blog series. Mine involves disco balls, Susan Sontag, The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and Long Island Ice Teas. It’s possible I was a little insane when I wrote it but whatevs