Every now and then, I get to stick my head up and realize - it isn't so bad out here, doing what I do, or more accurately, believing I am doing what I said I'd do.
Every now and then that voice that taunts and jeers, that tells me that this won't mean anything or pan out the way I want it to, has to harrumph and look away.
TLDR: in which I do some somewhat philosophical ramblings about writing, because it's late, it's been a tough week, and I just need to get some words out. The power of the stream-of-consciousness essay should not be understated, even if it's completely counter to the premise of an essay.
I've long held that writing is an act of faith, if not the product of it.
(At this point, maybe every blog will have a title referencing some literary work, for funsies)
Hi, everyone! I thought I'd drop by with a quick update as to what I've been working on. Nothing too fancy - I'm not good at making a blog look like that - but I figure this might interest some of you.
Well, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration. It would be more accurate to say that I opted for a partial truth. In the words of Carlos Ruiz Zafon, “Perhaps, as always, a lie was what would most resemble the truth”1—and in this fashion, I did lie.