Sometimes I don’t feel like doing anything. I’m sniveling and yawning all morning and reprovingly observe the weather. I guess angels love me very much because on these days they send someone who needs me. Let it be my neighbor, the elderly Anna who can’t take the trash out because the elevator is out of order, or any other acquaintances of mine who need my help, I immediately feel better and through helping I get eager for action. I get down to work and I work until I faint. Anybody can try it, it works!!!
When All Seems Lost — and Even When It Doesn’t… As a writer, I read more than average. Not necessarily books that fall within my immediate interests, but rather those I can learn from, marvel at, analyze word by word, and sometimes even those that demand more effort from me than usual. That is how it is with Alice Munro. I bought my first book by her when she received the Nobel Prize. Then life happened, and the volume sat on my bookshelf—either I had no time for it, or it lingered somewhere at the bottom of my list of priorities. When I finally picked it up, I could hardly believe my eyes—or my reaction. First, I was utterly outraged; my blood pressure shot through the roof in an instant, and I almost started swearing in disbelief. I had barely skimmed the first few lines, yet that was enough to know: it was perfect. A true masterpiece. Excellence among the excellent. Every word reached the deepest layers of my soul. I was touched by its purity, its delicacy, the noblest simpli...
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