Simply Said

Caught these profound words whilst whizzing by journalhome during my lunch break. This fellow raconteur is stuck in editing mode. Longwindedness can be a pitfall for any good writer who thinks too much. (I just had the urge to raise my hand)

Sometimes the most time-consuming part of writing is weeding through A LOT of words to get to what you really want to say.

I strongly suugest this blogger not eliminate the following:

"..for writing is a lonely profession, and it ought to be. There's only room for ONE ego in a novel".

Mighty bitchin' considering I didn't write it.

So with a poem and a critique I've broken the ice.  I've been afraid to banter causally. My mind's been looking for a way to broach the subject of an event in January that could've changed my life forever. I'm such an orderly perfectionist I felt as if I couldn't write again until my mind was able to concoct an explanation.

Then I realized I didn't owe anybody one.  I meant that lovingly.

I happen to disagree that there's only room for one (ego). I think I'd like to collaborate on a novel someday.

1:09 PM - July 1, 2008 - post comment

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