Two interns for the literary journal interviewed me about my theater background, my time living in Bangkok, and my obsession with point of view (among other things). You can read about it here.
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?