Today has been a terrible writing day

It was, instead, a day to stare at the blue screen and realize that we are all, every millisecond of our lives, just one breath from unbearable tragedy. That realization — when it’s fresh, at least — does not create a conducive atmosphere for anything creative.

I’m at work on the article for Vision now — it’s nuts-and-bolts work, and something that I can get through even in my current shaky state. I am far too much the writer — I spend entirely to much time seeing in full detail what might have been, unable to let it go because it wasn’t what was.

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About the author: Novelist, writing teacher, on a mission to reprint my out-of-print books and indie-publish my new ones.

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  • Krista Aug 26, 2002 @ 11:12

    So that’s where I get it? And here I thought I could blame my too vivid, always-tragic imagination on my dad! (Well, he is Doom of the Gloom and Doom brothers.) Instead, it’s just because I’m a writer and I see things that might have been without even trying.

    On a more serious note, I’m so glad your daughter and her boyfriend made it through the accident intact. How scary for you.

  • Rob Aug 25, 2002 @ 21:21

    Hang in there, Holly. I know what you mean about the writer’s imagination–sometimes too vivid for our own good. I’m glad everyone is okay.

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