There is an informing joy in writing, in which one’s verbal flow spills from one paragraph to another with a great deal of ease and pleasure, particularly when the subject matter, like baseball, is something beloved. That joy is there even in the communication of pain or sadness. The trick, as William S. Burroughs once intimated, is to seek, and be greedy for, honesty. So believe it or not, each morning I must first vacate my mind of any preconceived ideas in order to lead with my heart before I can communicate a single thought.
Jack Kerouac once said, “Don’t think of words when you [pause], but to see the picture better.