Spent most of today looking for answers. Here are some I want to share, but I havent found the right one. Honest to god. Words let me down now.
"If somebody thinks they're a hedgehog, presumably you just give 'em a mirror and a few pictures of hedgehogs and tell them to sort it out for themselves. "
Douglas Adams
"He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it."
Douglas Adams
"Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?"
Douglas Adams
"If A equals success, then the formula is: A = X + Y + Z, X is work. Y is play. Z is keep your mouth shut."
Albert Einstein
"Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself."
Harvey Fierstein
"Literature is mostly about having sex and not much about having children. Life is the other way round."
David Lodge
In my head, I have tried for a million years to write and move on. But this million years got lost, somewhere between head and hand. Feeling the desparation of a man who has gone through and won the race with his passions, I have no idea where to go from here.
Intellectually, I am an open book, but philosophically, that book is burned. And there is no production, for all this pain.
3 comments:
The only questions worth asking are the ones that have no answers...or at least no answers yet. That is your job as writer. To put forward theories that can possibly ease your conflict..and though sometimes it might seem as if you are writing yourself around in circles...there is always the possiblity of tearing the page and revealing the answer....or at least an answer that is relevant to you. There is no such thing as universal truth...for it is our job to question the masses.
“When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers”
Oscar Wilde
“I was gratified to be able to answer promptly. I said, "I don't know."”
Mark Twain
Did someone board up the cellar and forget to tell me? What happened? No longer bitten by the bug, so you threw away the fly swatter? You haven't lost anything, you're just looking in the wrong places. You've been affected by the blank pages self defence. Its easily beatable. Just start typing, dammit.
Bloody writers and their bloody drama.
I'd follow that up with a smiley face, but then I'd have to kill myself. It'd just get messy.
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