I’m hesitant to cite Ernest Hemingway (because, Hemingway), but in A Moveable Feast he wrote about knowing when to stop writing each day so that his subconscious could take over, and he would refill, like a well. For me, refilling often means biking around Central Park.
Yes. I was nineteen or twenty. Harry Adams, who was the master of Trumbull College, said, “Do you want to come to this tea? This missionary from Japan is coming.” And so this nice white guy, who helped poor Koreans in Japan, came and gave a talk. There were about two of us in the entire room, and I couldn’t leave. He told the story about, I guess, ... See more