First order of business: very probing background check. USPS willing, by Friday, my future bosses will know all there is to know about me on paper. Came upon this typewritten note while scouring my files:
december 20, 2000
i told my sister in the car tonight that i'm through with being a law student that will become a lawyer. i am fairly certain that i still wish to be a law student.
writing on a typewriter makes me feel like a writer again. especially when it makes a noise for each letter. every letter mane means something to a writer, maybe except for those four up there that i struck out. i am feeling bold tonight. i just referred to myself as a writer, at least implicitly when i used "again," as if i had been one.
if i were to write a recipe for a good writer, i would certainly include the following ingredients:
- typewriter - one that makes a noise per letter
- love of the written word - it is a writer's job to help others love the written word; one who does not like cookies has no business baking them
- a favorite food - know what it is like to crave and be satiated
- heartache - know what it's like to crave and be denied
- friends
- soulmate - believe in one, so as to understand why people search for one; distinguish it from common love
- imperfection - be merciful in looking at others, or at least honestly bitter when critical
- insipiration - be responding to SOMETHING when writing; there is no writing for its own sake
- quiet
- music - so that even when it's quiet outside, it would not be silent when there is joy inside
that is all that comes to mind. i will delay baking until i am sure i haven't left out any crucial elements. in the meanwhile, school and friends and family and life shall keep me occupied.
i hope i know what i'm doing.
