the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions; derived from the Greek kathairein (to cleanse)
Note to self: that way lies madness, Alice.
‘I never really expected to find myself giving advice to people graduating from an establishment of higher education. I never graduated from any such establishment. I never even started at one. I escaped from school as soon as I could, when the prospect of four more years of enforced learning before I’d become the writer I wanted to be was stifling.
I got out into the world, I wrote, and I became a better writer the more I wrote, and I wrote some more, and nobody ever seemed to mind that I was making it up as I went along, they just read what I wrote and they paid for it, or they didn’t, and often they commissioned me to write something else for them.
Something that worked for me was imagining that where I wanted to be – an author, primarily of fiction, making good books, making good comics and supporting myself through my words – was a mountain. A distant mountain. My goal.
And I knew that as long as I kept walking towards the mountain I would be all right. And when I truly was not sure what to do, I could stop, and think about whether it was taking me towards or away from the mountain. I said no to editorial jobs on magazines, proper jobs that would have paid proper money because I knew that, attractive though they were, for me they would have been walking away from the mountain. And if those job offers had come along earlier I might have taken them, because they still would have been closer to the mountain than I was at the time.
I learned to write by writing. I tended to do anything as long as it felt like an adventure, and to stop when it felt like work, which meant that life did not feel like work.’
I’ve tried on many hats over the brief span I’ve been alive – I’ve run startups, I’ve programmed games, cobbled together news networks, done decently in eSports. I know that writing a book is absolutely no guarantee that anyone will even look at it; there’s a lot more work to be done.
But nothing, absolutely nothing, feels as right as sitting here, waiting for the dawn, slinging out my words on the white page.
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