For the Young Who Want To
That’s the title of a poem by Marge Piercy. It begins, Talent is what they sayyou have after the novelis published and favorablyreviewed. Beforehand whatyou have is a tediousdelusion, a hobby like knitting. It ends, The real writer is onewho really writes. Talentis an invention like phlogistonafter the fact of fire.Work is its own cure….