There were a number of things she said that resonated with me.
Here is my comments on one of them:
LMB: "...the notion of the writer as the heroic lone creator, a picture held and advanced by many non-writers, which is an outright lie, and evil insofar as it is taught to children. I know of no writer or other artist anywhere who hasn't come out of some context of other artists and a supporting community, with its own conversation -- or argument -- even though those contexts are usually edited out of the historical picture for simplicity."
I think I must be the exception, then.
- No one supported me in an artistic sense, until after I had an agent. (My husband was supportive, in that he encouraged me, but he never read my work.)
- I never met other writers, or editors, or fans.
- I knew four people who read sf/f for pleasure, and they were all members of my immediate family. They did not read my work until after I had an agent. Two of them lived in another country.
- No one else read my work at all (except to reject it, sometimes with a comment).
- No one offered input until my agent read the book "The Aware" and took me on as an author.
- I never told anyone I was writing anything, except my immediate family, until I was published.
- Back in those days, there was no internet.
- I had no access to writing classes, courses, or even libraries full of books on how to write.
But I did it. I just took longer than I should have... This post is really the quintessential essay on how not to become a writer.