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http://robinhobb.com/rant.html - You know, while I think that it is simple to fall into the trap she speaks of, I also know there are authors who are no less prolific for their blogging. I think it is a matter of self control and self knowledge. Like everything else. I'm not a writer, though there are things I write, certainly. I have a few books I want to read and maybe I'll start writing again. The idea has certainly been fluttering around in my head but it isn't something I'm looking to make a living doing. I know enough people who do and I know what it would be like to know that it isn't something I want to do.
No, mostly if I write it is when something strikes me upside the head so vividly, I have no other way to get it out.
There are other things I wanted to say but they're still not solid enough in my head. And I already feel disjointed enough as it is. Though I will say I had some really rather odd dreams last night. There is an apartment I visit in my dreams that I haven't seen in a long time. In fact, my last dream in it was me moving out of it. Thus I was surprised when I was visiting that some of my things were still there. I had left them behind without noticing. There was nothing I specifically missed but there were a few things with memories attached to them. (And interestingly enough, all of it was stuff I actually own and still have...) So, my subconcious and I are having conversations again which is nice.
I need a new obsession. A new thing to get caught up in and dive into learning everything I can about it. It has been awhile.
No, mostly if I write it is when something strikes me upside the head so vividly, I have no other way to get it out.
There are other things I wanted to say but they're still not solid enough in my head. And I already feel disjointed enough as it is. Though I will say I had some really rather odd dreams last night. There is an apartment I visit in my dreams that I haven't seen in a long time. In fact, my last dream in it was me moving out of it. Thus I was surprised when I was visiting that some of my things were still there. I had left them behind without noticing. There was nothing I specifically missed but there were a few things with memories attached to them. (And interestingly enough, all of it was stuff I actually own and still have...) So, my subconcious and I are having conversations again which is nice.
I need a new obsession. A new thing to get caught up in and dive into learning everything I can about it. It has been awhile.
