“One line of a poem, the poet said – only one line, but thank God for that one line – drops from the ceiling. Thornton Wilder cited this unnamed writer of sonnets: one line of a sonnet falls from the ceiling, and you tap in the others around it with a jeweller’s hammer.”
This from Annie Dillard, in her essay, “The Writing Life”.
I puzzle at how to start, or, more accurately, RE-start my writing life. I realize, after listening to her speak to me in her essay, that MY inspiring phrases may indeed be like the poet that moved Thornton Wilder who in turn moved Annie Dillard. Who am I to question the pedigree of this bounty?
Many years ago, in another phase of my life, I filled several pages of a journal with snapshots, vignettes, thoughts, glimpses of stories that I needed to flesh out with words. I know that book is around here somewhere, but it’s surely dusty. I’ll bet the spine will creak when I open it to find my store of treasures.
I’ll go take a look.