With a broken-down oven, in a hotel kitchen, on an uninhabited island
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Anne Lamott is the author of seven novels and several books of nonfiction about faith, writing, and motherhood, most recently, Dusk, Night, Dawn: On Revival and Courage. She lives in California, and you can follow her on Twitter: @annelamott.
The sea of people looked like a great heartbroken circus, wild living art, motley and stylish, old and young, lots of Buddhists, people from unions and churches and temples, punks and rabbis and aging hippies and nuns and veterans — God, I love the Democratic Party — strewn together on the asphalt lawn of Market Street.
I was usually filled with a sense of something like shame until I remembered that wonderful line of Blake’s — that we are here to learn to endure the beams of love — I took a long, deep breath and forced these words out of my strangulated throat: “Thank you.”
Mondays are not good writing days. One has had all that freedom over the weekend, all that authenticity, all those dreamy dreams, and then your angry mute Slavic uncle Monday arrives, and it is time to sit down at your desk.