Most afternoons we eat popcorn, and yesterday as I stood at the stove I listened to Terry Gross interview Delia Ephron.
I have been thinking about the way the Ephrons were raised. “With a sense of destiny,” is how I think Delia put it. They were raised to be writers. In the end, that’s what they all became.
I wonder a lot about this: sense of destiny, stories. In some ways, they are useful and human. In others, they are deception. Delia Ephron acknowledged that, and I was glad, because narrative is hip, and I am sick of it.
And on the other hand, I wonder.
One thing I know is that Delia Ephron described sitting down at her desk at 4:00 to work. I would like to sit down to my desk to work, but maybe at 9 in the morning instead of 4. I think maybe everything would be simpler for me if I had a sense of destiny about being a writer. And then again, maybe it wouldn’t.
And maybe being heavy handed with a sense of destiny is deception. But maybe with a lighter hand, it is something good, something we can give.
Happy popcorn popping.