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April 5, 2010
Found Writings, Liberal Narratives & A Strange Realization
As is often the case, Cobb writes for me:Today's strange realization is that all of my desire to be a serious and important writer is challenged by the fact that it is my avocation and not my vocation. I write very much like the first essayists. It is not a profession, I don't need the money for doing it. It makes me more truthful in some ways, and more lackadaisical in others. Beyond my own peace of mind, I can't really suggest what all of these thousands of hours and hundreds of thousands of words mean on their own. It's all just effort. What it accomplishes is a puzzle I have no editors or researchers to help me sort out. I just know what creative engine I have and what I blurt is writing, and what you are doing is reading it and hearing my unique style and tenor. I will never put the entirety of my writing into context. I just put it out there. I'm a writer.
Posted by Vanderleun at April 5, 2010 12:29 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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I write, for work (law) and for fun. For fun it is daydreams, snippets of stories, and so forth. I start something, then stop it. Begin something else. Go back to what I started before continue with it for a bit.
And go back to what I wrote before and change it. Because I can, and because a very good lawyer has told me that there is no good writing, just good re-writing.
Although on days like today it is hard to do any writing of any type, kind, or version. Just go out and walk.
Posted by: Mikey NTH at April 5, 2010 1:35 PM