“When I was growing up, Willie Mays was still playing, and they would show his famous catch on TV over and over, with his back to the infield. I just loved watching that catch. I lived then in the inner city in a backyard with a tall building as a boundary to the yard, and I would spend hours tossing a ball off the wall of the apartment building and practicing all kinds of catches. I lost the ball into the next yard a lot, but I\u2019d recreate that Mays catch over and over. And then I began to play a very, very shallow outfield, doing purposely-late jumps on balls that required me to turn my body. Finally, one day, the perfect hit came my way…”<\/p>\n
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“Writing has a particular kind of deceptive quality about how difficult it is\u2014or to say it another way, of how important craft is to writing. The medium\u2014language and words\u2014are abstract. All the other arts come through the senses. Writing does not. If somebody wants to be a musician, it\u2019s instinctive that you\u2019ll have to learn how to play an instrument, to sit in a room and play guitar every day. It\u2019s the same with dancing\u2014your instrument is yourself; the body must be trained. The thing with writing is that in none of the other arts do we use the art as we use language, on a day-to-day level. Sculpture, for example, isn\u2019t used the way writing is, which is for everything: grocery lists, emails. It\u2019s deceptive; it makes you think you know something about writing…”<\/p>\n
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