The Seine and Notre Dame on a crisp, foggy Winters morning in Paris, 2010.
“I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, “Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.” – Ernest Hemingway
The search for self-belief and faith in their talent is a struggle many writers face. It’s an incessant niggle of doubt in the back of their heads making them wonder if they’ll ever produce something worthwhile again.
Hemingway’s reassurance of his ability came from looking out over the rooftops of Paris. The only things visible from my window are the mottled, brown roof slats on the house next door. So my reassurance comes from somewhere else. Continue reading