“Writing is a place and getting there is the real art.” — Otto Cristóbal Almeida.
I am fond of this quote, of the allure that creativity is more than a verb or action. It is a mysterious haven—a place, perhaps even a connection to another realm.
There are many names for this foreign connection: the muse and mojo, sentiment or feel. I know it when it get there, when words take over.
I write at 5 A.M, the only time I am not in motion, going somewhere fast, waiting for the next thing, or making up shit to do. I love coffee and quiet time, my favorite chair, the iffy anticipation that I might fall into the story, get lost in the far reaches of fiction, conjure a character like Otto Cristóbal Almeida, the celebrated author, poet, and protagonist of my first book, The Spectacle of Let – the Oliet and Obit, who famously said, “Writing is a place and getting there is the real art.”
The Spectacle of Let – the Oliet and Obit is now available on Amazon.com.
Atlanta is quiet at 5 A.M.