The ablest writer is only a gardener first, and then a cook: his tasks are, carefully to select and cultivate his strongest and most nutritive thoughts; and when they are ripe, to dress them, wholesomely, and yet so that they may have a relish.
Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers, 1827
"When did you start writing?"
That is the cocktail party question which stares down every writer.
So, while I am not quite to my 56th birthday- a half century of writing is under my belt.
In these decades I have learned something which benefits all people in any profession. Edit your life and your possessions on a regular basis. Then your spirit will be free from being dragged down by clutter. Organize so you can find what you looking for when you need it. For writers, we have to keep track of our heart.
Between now and Three Kings Day, my professional schedule is severely pared back on purpose. This year, there are 2 less place settings at our holiday table. The bitter and sweet of this drives a desire to keep this time of year sacred with more care than ever.