Part of being a writer is applying for things. Classes, residencies, programs, funding, all that. These applications ask for all kinds of letters and statements–personal, financial–mini essays that suck to have to write. Except they don’t have to suck.
As I was writing one today, it dawned on me that I could see these little professional documents as a pain, or I could see them as reminders of why I’m doing this. Each one requires that we articulate what makes us keep writing. It’s good to remember why we persist.
Look at it that way?