Writer’s block

9 January 2005 at 09:58 Leave a comment

This is really some kind of oxymoron, isn’t it?

Either you have something to write, in which case write it, or you don’t. I can understand having trouble making a scene, poem, etc. communicate exactly what you want to say, but to not know what to write about? Um. Don’t write.

Or is it an issue of epistemology?

Do you write for the sake of writing?
or
Do you write because you have something to say?

Because if you’re writing just for the sake of writing, you’ve got to get out and go do something. And then you may feel, as you’re walking down the street, that you must grab a pen and paper and start making notes. That’s writing. Staring at a blank piece of paper and then just making crap up. What is that? And Why?

Or is it just greed?

If I don’t get 10,000 words to my publisher by tomorrow I can’t feed the cat!

In which case, go get another job and write in the evenings. Because if you’re not taking your time with your writing then you are writing garbage.

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Reality – pah! that morning coffee

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What I’ve been reading:

  • James Boswell, The Life of Samuel Johnson, L.L.D. (London, 14 King William Street, Strand: William P. Nimmo, 1876). 3 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 3, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985). 4 years ago
  • Italo Calvino, Six Memos for the Next Millennium (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1988). 4 years ago
  • Stephanie Kallos, Broken for You (New York: Grove Press, 2004). 4 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 2, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985) 4 years ago

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I am a misanthrope. No one ever believes me, but this seems to prove my point.

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