A dark and rainy day – paradise for a writer, no temptation to go outside. I went to visit old friends this morning, came home at 1, sat in my chair and worked. It’s now 10. My bum hurts. But I read this draft and am satisfied enough to go forward. It is coming together. I’ve said this before, in fact, more times than I care to remember. This time, it actually is. I know it.
But this aching bum makes for a boring blogger. Yesterday, I went across town to help out – the baby still had a viral fever and his mother had cabin fever. So I took over while she had a sleep. Even sick, his energy level is phenomenal. When he’s finished with his bottle, he hurls it across the room. Bored with his book or a toy, he throws with extreme force, and if it hits you, it hurts. The Blue Jays had better get ready for a fine pitcher.
Wednesday, the best class so far at Ryerson, truly thrilling, to feel them opening up, the stories ringing hard and true. Perhaps you don’t know that I love my work. But I do.
Speaking of which – my student and friend Chris sent me a link to a great website for writers: http://aerogrammestudio.com. Below is a post on that site. I agree with every rule – though I don’t follow them all, especially the one about the internet … And here’s an article by famous writers on rejection. Painful but true.
http://aerogrammestudio.com/2013/06/15/12-famous-writers-on-literary-rejection/
Zadie Smith’s Rules for Writers


