finished opposite of fate
The end of the opposite of fate by Amy Tan was kind of remarkable for a few reasons: 1) she went through the entire book without speaking about the topic in the last essay. 2) she physically couldn't write for a while. 3) it made me want to go home and write until my eyes hurt.
Basically I felt a sense of terrible guilt over having the ability to write and write well, but letting the days and weeks pass without doing so. Not in a I-owe-it-to-the-world-to-write kind of way, but more like an "I owe it to myself" way. I know it's easy to say that someday I will write a novel, and that all of this is practice and mental mulling for the final finished product, but it's really nothing without the page count to back it up.
now I just have to procure microsoft word for mac and I'll be a step closer.
stine
posted by stine @ 10:48 PM
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Remember what Hemingway said: For every moment he talks about writing and doesn't actually write he punishes himself with an extra hour in front of the typewriter. And remember what Bukowski said about people who can't write: they sure can talk about it.
If you spent this much energy writing a book and not a blog you'd be surprised at how many pages you'd have.
i love thinking of Faulkner rising each day before his shitty factory job and forcing himself to write.
and yes, it's amazing what a waste of words this has been.
I forgot that I was supposed to ask ed about that!
Does it have to be Word or just something similar?
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