I’m a writer.

Does that mean that I am a coworker of Emerson, Woolf, or even Dr. Suess? Does that make them my competition? Am I striving to be better than them, or am I applying the knowledge and advice that they gave me? Are we a team?

Would we all go to lunch and have coffee in a cafe and Emerson would turn to me and say “Karissa, look out that window, “A man’s power to connect his thought with its proper symbol, and so to utter it, depends on the simplicity of his character, that is, upon his love of truth, and his desire to communicate it without loss.. Karissa, To be great is to be misunderstood” . Woolf would then  sip her glass of wine at 12pm and say, “Arrange whatever pieces come your way”.

Then I’d come to realize that one of my dear coworkers lost his memory and died. It would dawn on me that another of my beloved mentors had filled up her pockets with rocks and drowned herself. I’d search the room and then realize that Dr. Seuss got throat cancer the year I was born. And suddenly I’ll realize, “All alone! Whether you like it or not, alone is something you’ll be quite a lot!”


&& when I’m alone, I write.


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