Just read a review of a new biography about the author David Foster Wallace in which the biographer, D.T. Max, chronicles Wallace's evolution as a writer. I found this observation of special interest, and suggest that it's sentiment goes to the heart of any creative endeavor:
Wallace’s interest in… wordplay, mimicry and metaphysics yielded to a more earnest desire to communicate and connect, how a delight in cleverness and irony gave way to a call for writers who might treat “plain old untrendy human troubles and emotions in U.S. life with reverence and conviction.”
