On being a writer

“Coleridge was a drug addict. Poe was an alcoholic. Marlowe was killed by a man whom he was treacherously trying to stab. Pope took money to keep a woman’s name out of a satire, then wrote a piece so that she could still be recognized, anyhow. Chatterton killed himself. Byron was accused of incest. Do you still want to be a writer -and if so, why?” 
Bennett Cerf

I dunno … but it sounds kinda fun!  Besides I work at a desk job that is boring.  This way, at least I rub shoulders with and belong to a community that is imaginative, creative and …. well touched in the head.

I love it

 

16 thoughts on “On being a writer

    • Hahahaha! I live to create effect, quite the exhibitionist, in fact! A fan of my blog and book called me “The thinking man’s SILK” even before I wrote this blog … hmm makes me wonder just what did I do?

  1. Because despite the drug addictions and sex quirks, they produced works that are still read with pleasure today. Because despite the depression they battled, they produced romances that fill a young heart with hope for the future. And because despite whatever people say that the written word carries less value each second because of the new media, the written word still has the power to make a person smile, laugh, cry and love in the space of a paragraph.

    (I’ve been MIA but Ritu, MA is gonna kill me!)

    • Ahhh Addy welcome back! Yeah, living a cushy secure life does not give one the incentive to tap the angst and walk the edge … and hence no memorable works

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