Imagine my surprise, my delight, when I chose a random book from the shelf to keep me company while I waited at the corner for the schoolbus, and opened it to read this:
I picked up The Autobiography of William Carlos Williams at a used book sale in the neighborhood this summer, because I've been enamored with him for a couple of years now but still don't know much. (Learn a little more here and here.)
He goes on to say, "If the fit was on me...I would be like a woman at term; no matter what else was up, that demand had to be met. Five minutes, ten minutes, can always be found." And this is just in the preface. These nuggets alone are so satisfying, I may put off reading the rest of the book until winter.
If you missed it the first time around, you can read about my creative manifesto starting here.