For one more time this week, I will come back to Annie Dillard’s The Writing Life and offer you this:
The body of literature, with its limits and edges, exists outside some people and inside others. Only after the writer lets literature shape her can she perhaps shape literature. In working-class France, when an apprentice got hurt, or when he got tired, the experienced worker said, “It is the trade entering his body.” The art must enter the body, too.
myfanwy collins 