If I could figure out how to display it on my office wall, I would. I’d suspend it like a mobile from the ceiling so that each time I walked in I had to duck around it so it didn’t smack me in the face.
I want the pastels of the water color pages to spin in the air above me. The folds of paper to dangle, a promise and a warning suspended.
This book – Annie Dillard’s Give It All. Give it Now. The most important book Mom ever gave me.
The reminder that today is what we have, that we are what we give away. Hoarding, intending, holding back – these are the things that stifle writing, kill a writer, end life.
If I could make it a visual mantra, I would. I will.
One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now. The impulse to save something good for a better place later is the signal to spend it now. Something more will arise for later, something better. These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water. Similarly, the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful, it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe and find ashes. – Annie Dillard