My Interminable Affliction
June 26, 2008
“Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterward.”
~ Robert Heinlein
Ol’ Bob encapsulates how it feels sometimes when you’ve been writing for as many years as I have, yet you’re still basically a nobody clacking away on the keyboard in your own private Tomb of the Unknown Writer. I’ve tried to quit the habit but keep getting lured back in by the tantalizing fantasy of spending my days in my own space, spilling my brain matter into the universe, and getting paid handsomely to do it. Ah, but for my dreams . . .
In service to my craft and my unrelenting desire to speak through my keyboard and have people actually read the words that spew forth (don’t hesitate to applaud and tip too), this blog is devoted to the glory and the gory of my creative writing life, my interminable affliction.
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JoniB | July 26, 2008 at 11:35 pm
Yeah, I sit at the keyboard and spill my dreams all over the keys. It’s hard to get the drool off the laptop afterwards, but I feel if I don’t get it out of my head I’ll be in a padded room wearing restrictive clothing.
Good to know there are like minds out there!
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K. Jayne Cockrill | July 27, 2008 at 11:13 am
Thanks for stopping by. Please come again.
KJ