“It turns out that experimentation, pushing limits and “cultivating failure,” is the only path toward better writing. Those sentences that make me cringe are the curving route toward story. If I lay nothing down, then I’ve only emptiness before me. For scientists and writers, progress means ‘falling forward.’ There isn’t any way to skip those clumsy, awkward steps. I have to take the chance, make the leap. Otherwise, I’m standing still.”
For the rest of my essay on hurling math books, physics ripple tanks, and stumbling forward as a mom and writer, please check out my latest piece in Hippocampus. Thank you!