You might not be golf-whacked like me, but there’s no way not to love this guy. My writer brain relates to so much of his outlook.
Like how I feel when I read Margaret Atwood and Mary Karr: “I don’t think I have as much talent as a lot of other guys do.”
Or when I listen to Cheryl Strayed and Stephen Elliott at a conference: “To succeed I have to do a lot of different things. I need to be stronger mentally. I have to prepare harder and smarter. I have to maximize my equipment. I have to do things other guys don’t.”
Or the pangs I get every single day while writing this memoir: “You have to be honest with yourself, which is not easy.”
Or why I’m so ridiculously obsessed with biographies and memoirs: “I’m fascinated by the question of who makes it and who doesn’t. Who plateaus and who reaches his potential. Most of the time it has nothing to do with physical ability. It’s usually mental. It’s about desire, focus, work ethic. All the things you can’t see.”
And maybe my favorite Dufnerism of all: “I don’t like stress because stress stresses me out.”
In related news, it took The Duf, big tweeter that he is, to get me into the Twittersphere. I may not do much tweeting myself, but I’ll be following The Duf as well as — finally — what’s going on in publishing. Funny what can get you to join the party.