Or Destiny. Believe in it?
When I was in 7th grade, my English teacher, Miss Gough, gave us an assignment: come up with a metaphor, which she explained was a comparison without ‘like’ or ‘as’. I went home, and found a paper back novel on my mother’s nightstand entitled The Heart is a Lonely Hunter.
Good as any other, I thought at the time. But when I presented this to Miss Gough, I shall never forget her reaction. “That’s really good!” she exclaimed. And she looked at me as if she’d seen me for the first time. And I looked at her as if I had seen her for the first time. And I saw a very unattractive, dowdy woman in her mid thirties, whose heart would probably hunt, unsuccessfuly, for the rest of her lonely life, for a companion.
And I realized then I wanted to be a writer.