Few people realize that man has already attained immortality; it's merely been abused, forgotten, and renamed Writing. -Brian Egan

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Awake in the Mourning

To write is to decide that certain words in a certain order hold some sort of meaning, and more, to write is to decide that those words are worth their labor.

Writers put in time, and cash in their rewards (which they sign up for early on--payment plans include but are not limited to self-gratification, recognition of others, preservation of events/thoughts/time, etc.).

As writers, [they're] often asked why [they] do it (if you haven't figured it out, [they're] the ones doing the asking). [The writer] knows [he's/she's] thought about it. [He's/She's] even written about it. [The writer] reasoned that it was something [he/she] enjoyed and left it at that.

Really, though, [the writer] thinks [he/she] just want attention, and this is [his/her] ideal way of getting it. They have a payment option for that? Sign [this writer] up.

Of course, attention or recognition (or, hell, even acknowledgment would do), are contingent upon other people reading what [the writer] has to write.

In lieu of this luxury, [the writer] realizes that [he/she] can compose word combinations mentally just as easily as [he/she] can literally (as the latin root relates to "by the letter"), and ceases to do the latter.

Does the world mourn?

[This writer] does.

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