'How Can I Become a Writer?' - by Heather Havrilesky

It’s me again, the Italian guy. Not sure if you accept a second letter but writing to you feels good so I’ll do it anyway. Ironically, it’s now 9 am and I was supposed to start writing two hours ago but I couldn’t find a North Star. So this letter is an attempt to find it. I hope you had a great Sunday. I certainly did. Out of town there’s a garden right beside an old church I always go to when I want to stop talking and start listening, I know the caretaker and we had a small chat while the setting sun offered us a red sky. When I told him I’m planning to leave (again) he kindly replied before leaving: “Remember one thing... the best place is always inside yourself.” That phrase stuck in me since then. It made me cry how uplifting and deep a “tiny” conversation could get and how sensitive people can turn a simple phrase into the meaning of life. Because that’s what it meant for me. That’s why I cried, for the beauty of all of it: For the love I felt for myself, for him, for all the pe

It’s me again, the Italian guy. Not sure if you accept a second letter but writing to you feels good so I’ll do it anyway. Ironically, it’s now 9 am and I was supposed to start writing two hours ago but I couldn’t find a North Star. So this letter is an attempt to find it. I hope you had a great Sunday. I certainly did. Out of town there’s a garden right beside an old church I always go to when I want to stop talking and start listening, I know the caretaker and we had a small chat while the setting sun offered us a red sky. When I told him I’m planning to leave (again) he kindly replied befor