Worth sharing.

Kate Ancell, who taught my "Creative Writing FUN-damentals" class earlier this year at StoryStudio Chicago, sent her students an e-mail today offering encouragement, with nothing but a link inside.
This is what I found after I clicked the link:
The Writer Richard WilburIn her room at the prow of the house Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden, My daughter is writing a story.

I pause in the stairwell, hearing From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys Like a chain hauled over a gunwhale.

Young as she is, the stuff Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy: I wish her a lucky passage.

But now it is she who pauses, As if to reject my thought and its easy figure. A stillness greatens, in which

The whole house seems to be thinking, And then she is at it again with a bunched clamor Of strokes, and again is silent.

I remember the dazed starling Which was trapped in that very room, two years ago; How we stole in, lifted a sash

And retreated, not to affright it; And how for a helpless hour, through the crack of the door, We watched the sleek, wild, dark And iridescent creature Batter against the brilliance, drop like a glove To the hard floor, or the desk-top,

And wait then, humped and bloody, For the wits to try it again; and how our spirits Rose when, suddenly sure,

It lifted off from a chair-back, Beating a smooth course for the right window And clearing the sill of the world.

It is always a matter, my darling, Of life or death, as I had forgotten. I wish What I wished you before, but harder.

I thought it was worth sharing.