"Writers are too neurotic to ever be happy. - Connie Willis"
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(via writingquotes)
One of the rare things I disagree with the brilliant Connie Willis on, though I do take her point.
(via gwendabond)
I don’t know. Maybe it’s true! I hope not, though. I was on the phone to a writer friend, and we were talking about goals, and I said I wanted to be happy, and I felt startled and a little awed by the idea.
(via sarahreesbrennan)
It was me! I was the writer friend she was on the phone with. “Happy?” I believe I said, as though I’d misheard her. “I didn’t know you wanted to be happy.”
(via hollyblack)
When I was in my early 20s and drowning in pretension, I remember my girlfriend at the time asking me why I didn’t even seem to WANT to be happy, and I told her that I didn’t find happiness a compelling goal for life.
I’m still not really motivated by a desire to be happy, and I may well be too neurotic ever to be happy. But I have come to believe now that happy is one of the most noble and heroic things that people can be. I undervalued happiness because I associated it with simplicity and inattention. In fact, I suspect that happiness almost always results from being both attentive and accepting.
Maybe that is what writers as a rule cannot do? I don’t know. I can be accepting until I have to be attentive, and I can be attentive until I have to be accepting, but when asked to do both, I always retreat into fiction, where I make the damned rules.
(via fishingboatproceeds)
Tacos make me happy
(via dankrokos)
I have bouts of acute depression. I wrestle with anxiety. But I’m very happy and that’s true most of the time—maybe because I spent so much of my life feeling miserable and stuck. I’ve had a lot of awful jobs. This is a very good one. This is the dream I thought was gone. On the days I feel low, I remind myself of that. Also, tacos.
