A friend and I were talking about risk tolerance the other day. It's something writers tend to think about a lot, since the writing life is full of gambles: financial, emotional, artistic.
I have always
been risk-averse. But in my writing, I've probably taken more chances
than anywhere else in my life. Maybe that's where I pour all the
risk-taking. I drive the speed limit and save for a rainy day, but then I
expose the inside of my mind to total strangers. Probably no
explanation I can come up with would top this one by Anais Nin.
In other news, Owlectomy
posted a wonderful piece about starting new projects, inspiration,
pragmatism, and that indefinable spark: "I am not willing to walk around
waiting for an idea to hit me over the head, but neither am I willing
to take up some idea that seems workable but not especially inspiring,
just to have something to work on ..."
And in other other news, I'll be at the Doylestown (PA) Bookshop on Friday night with a great group of authors. Please join us if you're in the area.