Stealing

I recently found and featured an essay, “Stripped for Parts,” by Courtenay Bluebird at Bluebird Blvd. I really loved this part in particular:

You see, writers tend to steal little things off of people—

a complete set of figured naval buttons on a man’s patched pea coat; a certain way a woman pushes back her bobbed silver hair; a child that can whistle with two fingers like a man.

Writers pocket these moments and pull them out to look at later under a lamp with a notebook. This is fine with me—it’s magpie stealing. It is general and gestural and often sweet.

There’s another kind of stealing that happens, though, where a writer will pick the lock on your life story, touch a couple of wires together, and roll your life down the driveway before you even know your story is gone.

1 thought on “Stealing”

  1. At times like to think of creative stealing as being part of evolution ~ the ideas of those before us or our contemporaries, hold pieces of wisdom and insight that can be expanded upon. And this is a gift. But to steal with intent other than to improve and create is devolution, something I think disappoints us all.

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