You don’t learn love from listening to people who have loved telling you what to do and not do. You lay in bed with a person and do or not do things. You spend time in the nooks and crannies of who they are. One person at a time you decide what you love in people.
You don’t learn to write from the didactic (if well meaning) advice of teachers. If you want words to grab a hold of you and shape themselves through the tips of your fingers, take a book and treat it like a person.
If what’s on the surface intrigues you, dive into the rest. It is, after all, what you do with people.Take it to coffee shops and restaurants and the beach, talk to it during commercials, be seen in public with it and then take it to bed. And there, notice what you love and what you don’t about its story.
Be a whore. Take them all to bed. Even if you never learn to write, at least you’ll have spent your time in the company of some lovely books.
