I was listening to Fresh Air on NPR and crocheting the last square in this little blue and green afghan when I heard The Thing that made me smile. It was like someone opened a curtain and let a little ray of hope shine into my dining room.
“If a student says he wants to be a writer because he has something to say, discourage him. But if a student says she wants to be a writer because she likes playing around with words, then that student may have potential…”
And I’ve always thought of that as a problem. I love to play around with words, but I don’t really have anything to say.
Maybe I’ll come up with something one of these days.