Forge ahead, and you’ll find a way, if not the one you were looking for.

My sister, Amy Friedman, is the author of author of 2 memoirs, 100s of essays and stories, and a forthcoming book on her marriage to a man in prison, an aspect of which was featured not long ago in the New York Times About Love column. In an interview with Write on! Online, she covers a lot of ground, but one of my favorite lines, and the one I can relate to most after the nearly 10 months I’ve been writing this blog daily (or as near thereto as I could’ve dreamed possible), is this:

But I love writing . . .; I love the fact that I don’t know where I’m going, that the story sometimes feels so elusive, that what I’m trying to say usually slips away and I discover I’m saying something altogether different from what I thought when I began.