Shantashree Mohanty writes about a day in her life as a writer. She receives the advice towards the end of the day that it’s better to be a failing writer than to write failingly and that Sylvia Plath and all her friends would be proud of her perseverance and resilience.
Eventually, my ideas of an all-powerful yet inherently benevolent entity called God turned into the mythical boulder crushing the shape of my Sisyphean mind.