So beautiful, as always, Luis. I love peeking behind the curtain, thank you for always sharing so generously. While I am certain this moment of seeing four of your babies to production is maddening, I can also imagine there is no other place you’d rather be. I have felt that channeling impulse, that monologue of madness, breaking bread with the likes I do not deserve (though I would argue you have earned your place at that table, I am trying to find the damn table), and in my case it takes significant, significant revision to whittle away the cleverness, superfluousness, and allow the honesty of the thing to scream through the noise. I’m getting there, one breath at a time most days, though the clever still clings on with a vengeance. In one of my recent rewrites, one of my narrators reflects, “… cleverness and heroism are mutually exclusive here …”, and I hate it when they’re right and I’m wrong … though I also secretly adore it. It lets me know that, praise ye gods, we’re not at the mercy of my limitations.
Glad you’re back! Missed your voice!
Happy Birthday! Hope you are well, Corey! Are you staying busy?
Thank you! Monterey Museum of Art, coaching and essays on Substack keep me plenty busy plus lots of family and friends to enjoy/take care of!
So beautiful, as always, Luis. I love peeking behind the curtain, thank you for always sharing so generously. While I am certain this moment of seeing four of your babies to production is maddening, I can also imagine there is no other place you’d rather be. I have felt that channeling impulse, that monologue of madness, breaking bread with the likes I do not deserve (though I would argue you have earned your place at that table, I am trying to find the damn table), and in my case it takes significant, significant revision to whittle away the cleverness, superfluousness, and allow the honesty of the thing to scream through the noise. I’m getting there, one breath at a time most days, though the clever still clings on with a vengeance. In one of my recent rewrites, one of my narrators reflects, “… cleverness and heroism are mutually exclusive here …”, and I hate it when they’re right and I’m wrong … though I also secretly adore it. It lets me know that, praise ye gods, we’re not at the mercy of my limitations.