There was a guy in my MFA program who thought he had all the answers to everything, and one of his favorite topics to expound upon was how to get our writing done in the midst of teaching and workshops and the other extraneous jobs many of us needed to support ourselves.
“You get up at six in the morning, and you make a pot of coffee,” he said. “And you make another pot of coffee, and another, until your writing is done for the day.”
March 25, 2014 | Lisa Borders
By Lisa Borders
The author David Foster Wallace would have turned 52 years old today. I grieve him as I grieve people I actually knew. Not as acutely, of course, but it’s there – a sense of palpable loss, a feeling that the world is deprived of something incredibly rare: a genius. That word, genius, gets tossed around a lot these days. It’s been turned into an adjective: “It’s genius!” we say, about the most mundane things, but true genius is highly uncommon