This letter by F. Scott Fitzgerald (who I don't love as much as I love Steinbeck) is beautifully written and nakedly truthful without being cruel. I like the fact that he offers to read more and adds an encouraging post script.
I found this encouraging because my current WIP seems to be narrated by my broken heart, which may be why I'm procrastinating so with it. It hurts to write. I have to keep stopping to catch my breath and recover from both the painful memories that keep bubbling up and the often more painful insights into how those events came about. I think that means I'm on the right track with my story, at least according to Fitzgerald -- who sort of knows whereof he writes.
Posted: 19 Jul 2012 03:09 AM PDT
Late-1938, eager to gain some feedback on her work, aspiring young author and Radcliffe sophomore Frances Turnbull sent a copy of her latest story to celebrated novelist and friend of the family, F. Scott Fitzgerald. Before long the feedback arrived, in the form of the somewhat harsh but admirably honest reply seen below.
(Source: F. Scott Fitzgerald: A Life in Letters; Image: F. Scott Fitzgerald, via.)
November 9, 1938