"And it was then that in the depths of sleep
Someone breathed to me:
"You alone can do it,
an except from The Call by French poet Jules Supervielle
In one of my creativity classes, Wanderers, Vagabonds & Pilgrims, I have the participants read the complete poem The Call and then I ask them to answer these two questions:
What is it that you alone can do?
What are you waiting for?
I alone can write the book that needs to be written, the book that is being dictated to me, downloaded from the ancestors and the gods.
I'm waiting because I think I need more information.
I'm waiting because I'm afraid that what I'm being shown will change, deepen, enlarge, clarify before I get it written.
I'm waiting for that perfect first sentence to come to me.
I'm waiting until I have enough uninterrupted time to finish what I'm afraid to start.
I must remember that writers write.
I am a writer.
I write because I have to.
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