How I Learned to Love the Void
December 28, 2015Theme Essay by Marlene Adelstein
It felt like being on a ledge, with vast emptiness below my feet. I wasn't writing—but I wasn't not writing.
It felt like being on a ledge, with vast emptiness below my feet. I wasn't writing—but I wasn't not writing.
If I do things just right, the terror of the empty page won’t rise up and engulf me.
Words have the power to bless or curse, whether they’re spoken, written, or thought.
As a child, whenever I walked to school in the rain, the earthworms frightened me.
I was, at that point in my life, an authority on nothing, except maybe seizures.
Even as I created these characters, I wondered if I had the authority to portray their beliefs.
I confess: I’m a confused Catholic.