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There is no way of writing well and also of writing easily.
Anthony Trollope
Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.
James Joyce
Two hours of writing fiction leaves this writer completely drained. For those two hours he has been in a different place with totally different people.
Roald Dahl
I just love writing. It's magical, it's somewhere else to go, it's somewhere much more dreadful, somewhere much more exciting. Somewhere I feel I belong, possibly more than in the so-called real world.
Tanith Lee
And now for something completely different!
Today is my last day doing check-ins with you wonderful lot! So I wanted to leave you with this thought, which is not really a discussion question at all but something I wanted to share nonetheless.
I believe, were we all to somehow simultaneously win the lottery and retire to our respective secluded mountain/tropical island/underground former-missile-silo——we would all still write. We would all still have stories to tell. And I find that very, very powerful & heart-warming.
(And possibly a bit crazy, but oh well, that just means you are all my exactly my type of people.)
Anthony Trollope
Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.
James Joyce
Two hours of writing fiction leaves this writer completely drained. For those two hours he has been in a different place with totally different people.
Roald Dahl
I just love writing. It's magical, it's somewhere else to go, it's somewhere much more dreadful, somewhere much more exciting. Somewhere I feel I belong, possibly more than in the so-called real world.
Tanith Lee
And now for something completely different!
Poll #11767 check in for September 29th, 2012—where have you been today?
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 5
Today, I was (metaphorically)
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Mean: 4.40 Median: 3 Std. Dev 2.65
Mean: 4.40 Median: 3 Std. Dev 2.65
stuck in a closet 1 | 1 (20.0%) | |
---|---|---|
2 | 0 (0.0%) | |
3 | 2 (40.0%) | |
4 | 0 (0.0%) | |
5 | 0 (0.0%) | |
6 | 0 (0.0%) | |
7 | 1 (20.0%) | |
8 | 1 (20.0%) | |
9 | 0 (0.0%) | |
everywhere I wanted to be 10 | 0 (0.0%) |
Today, I committed my time to:
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write
2 (40.0%)
edit
2 (40.0%)
research
3 (60.0%)
hitting that 'post!' button
0 (0.0%)
take a break
3 (60.0%)
something else writing-related
0 (0.0%)
Today is my last day doing check-ins with you wonderful lot! So I wanted to leave you with this thought, which is not really a discussion question at all but something I wanted to share nonetheless.
I believe, were we all to somehow simultaneously win the lottery and retire to our respective secluded mountain/tropical island/underground former-missile-silo——we would all still write. We would all still have stories to tell. And I find that very, very powerful & heart-warming.
(And possibly a bit crazy, but oh well, that just means you are all my exactly my type of people.)
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Date: Sunday, September 30th, 2012 13:46 (UTC)I agree with you about having stories to tell! And that's definitely encouraging during these times when the seclusion I need at the moment to tell them eludes me. :-D