The angst of creating anything

In the Mailbox this morning, a reminder: The Old Man and the Sea was published today (9.8.21) and became the impetus for Ernest Hemingway’s Nobel Prize in Literature. In his acceptance speech, read 10 December 1954 (in his absence due to recovery from airplane crashes in Africa), he observed: Writing, at its best, is a lonely life....It is because we have had such great writers in the past that a writer is driven far out past where he can go, out to where no one can help him.

Lord help me/ Because / My boat is so small / And Your sea / is so immense. — Robert Bly, read at https://billmoyers.com/content/the-simple-acts-of-life/