By Karen Babine
I don’t believe in inspiration anymore.
I believe in compulsion.
I believe in friction. I believe in the energy of phrases pulled from a stranger’s conversation, of ideas that don’t quite match their contexts, a belief in being so aware that you stand next to Alexander Smith and become the world’s amanuensis because you have no choice.
I believe the world is an interesting place.
I believe in doing the work of being a writer, the work of studying at the page...
Published on May 23, 2022 04:05