To write selfishly—without external purpose or motive. To not care what people think. That’s a gift. I feel like it takes maturity to write like that. Courage. I’m not there yet, but I realize it’s a journey. Thank you, sir, for reading my work and not passing judgment. For keeping an open mind. Thank you for taking the time to digest my words. My heart. My soul. I’ll think about your words and their implications as I drift to sleep at night. Until next time,
Meagan
1 comment:
Thanks for this affecting response to Rilke.
You will likely be interested in the new novel, LOST SON, based on Rilke's life and art. It quietly appeared in the world back in June.
Find out more at www.mallencunningham.blogspot.com
Best wishes in writing and reading.
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