“The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude.” -Friedrich Nietzsche
If there’s one thing I want my writing to do, it’s to honor my teachers. Teachers come in so many forms: professors, people we hope to never be, infants and children, lovers, and nature, just to name a few. Some teachers invest in us just for the love of it. That always feels nice. And so the point is that Writer’s Quest, in essence, was written while I was full of gratitude every time I sat at the computer. Not that I was some toxically happy individual. No way. Writing this novel was hard work. I put my blood, sweat, and tears into this novel.
But
if there’s one knowing that showed up with me while writing every single page, it is that I wouldn’t have been able to write a single page without my teachers.
(And muses. But that’s another topic for another day.)