I was waiting for my sandwich (! Who can afford such things?) at the counter at Barnes & Noble today, and picked up a little book that was sitting there, alone, waiting. It was by a Monica Such and So and was about my muse, or your muse, or the muse belonging to the person picking up the book (does everyone have a muse, like everyone has an MBA or a Masters degree? You know how it goes: “If you decide to get your Masters…” He was getting his MBA….” almost as though it’s Out There, waiting for you, and you just need to go fetch the one with your name on it), but I don’t remember the title.
So I flipped through the book (who could blame me?) and came across this sentence, and this sentence must needs be quoted, because it Explains Everything:
“You can’t write without living fully, and you can’t live fully and still find time to write.”
There it is, folks. There it is.
