Breakfast

“Ethan, how are those strawberries?”

“Gloomy.”

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Doubt Is Good

I’ve heard it said that doubt is a good thing for a writer — that if you don’t have doubts about your writing then there’s probably something wrong.

There’s this John Irving quote:

“If you don’t feel that you are possibly on the edge of humiliating yourself, of losing control of the whole thing, then probably what you are doing isn’t very vital. If you don’t feel like you are writing somewhat over your head, why do it? If you don’t have some doubt of your authority to tell this story, then you are not trying to tell enough.”

So that helps. But doubt can also be crippling. It can be overwhelming. And then sometimes I have doubts about my doubts.

Fellow writers (if you’re out there): how do you deal with your writerly doubts?

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Let Them Eat 4th of July Cake

OK, I think we’ve officially started a new family tradition: the 4th of July cake.

This was Ethan’s idea. And once again, he was the chief engineer and sprinkle master…


Henry got involved too…



The proud cake maker…


We have another kid, but I can’t remember where she was at this point. Sleeping, I hope.

Other tidbits from the holiday weekend:

  • Went to Ethan’s first fireworks show. It was kind of last minute, and he was a little scared when it first started: “Are they going to shoot us?” he asked when the first one went up.

  • Ethan kept referring to the 4th of July as American. As in: “Hey Ethan, do you know what today is?” And Ethan would say: “American!”

  • Babies, especially Celia, still sick and fussy. Sleep. Must. Have. Sleep.

  • No major four-year-old meltdowns (MDs, we call them).

  • Heard X’s “4th of July” on the radio.
  • Read half of a Paul Auster essay (“Why I Write”). I’ll probably read the other half in about six months.
  • Actually started on a new story yesterday — I’m still not sure how this happened.

  • While driving today Ethan told me: “I’m going to never call names and never throw up.” Also, on the way out the door he asked me: “Daddy, why are you so really old?” When we got to our destination, I jotted down these lines in a notebook (I have to do that; otherwise I’d forget all the gems that come out of his mouth). He asked if he could write in my notebook, too. So I said yes and he diligently scribbled a few lines of impressionistic four-year-old prose.
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The Truth About Writers

J. Robert Lennon offers this shocking exposé in the L.A. Times.

The article is about writers and “writing time” and how they spend it (often, alas, not writing). He also points that writers are always working, which explains why we can be so distracted and spacey sometimes.

I like this part:

“If you are a child, and your writer parent is scolding you for failing to do your homework, and then he or she suddenly stops, blinks twice, and tells you to go spend the rest of the afternoon playing video games and eating Pirate Booty, then he or she is actually working.”

And this:

“To allow our loved ones to know that we are working when we are supposed to be engaged in the responsibilities of ordinary life would mark us as the narcissists and social misfits we are. And so we have invented ‘writing time’ as a normalizing concept, to shield ourselves from the critical scrutiny we deserve.”

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Risking Failure

A brief essay by Joshua Henkin resonates (via Glimmer Train).

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