Gut Rumbles

December 25, 2009

Existential again

Originally published August 26, 2004

I am going to wax (or wane) philosophical for a moment. I want to talk about writing.

Did you ever see those ads in the back of comic books for vanity press publishers who asked, "Do YOU have the restless urge to write?" I remember them well because I always HAD that urge. I don't know where it comes from, but I've been writing stories since I was in elementary school. If I had a penny for every word I've ever put on a piece of paper or on the internet, I would be a wealthy man.

I sometimes wonder how the words come. I can be half-asleep, sipping pineapple juice in the morning when I find a link that I want to write about. I start, and the words and ideas just flow, as if someone else is whispering in my ear. Other mornings, I sit at the computer and GRIND, because the muse is out with her friends that day and I have to do this shit the hard way.

And I'm not talking about just the blog. I write a lot of stuff that you DON'T see.

If you've paid attention, you'll notice a pattern in my posts: I start with a topic, empty my belly in the middle, and finish with a tag-line. I believe that it's good structure and a part of my style. I had someone cuss me out via email a few days ago because of that pattern I deliberately constructed. He said it was nice at first, but "too cute" after a while.

I told him to go fuck himself. I write the way I write because THAT'S THE WAY I WRITE!!!!

And I freely admit that I don't know where it comes from.

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