Writing into the World

"There are few excitements as fine as those first walks at
dawn after a night spent writing. 
I remember them still, the filmy lights and chilly smells, the visionary
dignity of empty streets, the uproarious feuding of the birds—and further off
the diesel pounding (which seemed the rivers slow deep heart) of barges pushing
upstream through the Mississippi’s lifting mist.  The work of those nightlong sessions is now lost, thank
goodness, but the excitement remains. 
There is this thing about
writing, any kind of writing, which makes the hardship and waiting small
cost.  I mean the perpetual sense
of promise, of what remains—everything!—to be done." 




Terrence Des Pres, Writing into the World [image error]