The Creative Life: How We Do It (Any Way We Can)
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The copy center guy authored a children’s book. I just found that out. Alex came over to drop off whatever documents I’d sent along for duplication and saw me working on a poem on my computer screen.
“You’re a poet?” he asked.
“Oh, y’know—I dip and dabble,” I replied. Sometimes it’s best to keep the artistic pursuits and the day job separate, for the sake of sanity, and boundary.
The next day, Alex brought in a copy of his children’s book and gave it to me gratis. It was the story of a boy from Jamaica who moved to New York when he was six years old.
“Write what you know, huh?” I said, stopping by the copy center later in the day
