The Writing Life

How much do I want to read more? 8/10

Love the start. It's the act of creation when writing intuitively. It's the kind of writing I like to do. Because it goes beyond our normal daily mental. It goes to self-discovery.

Captivating. I find it weird that I didn't came to read more weird stuff like this that I'm willing to write myself.
Beautiful, poetic, enigmatic.

Chapter One

Do not hurry; do not rest.


WHEN YOU WRITE, you lay out a line of words. The line of words is a miner’s pick, a woodcarver’s gouge, a surgeon’s probe. You wield it, and it digs a path you follow. Soon you find yourself deep in new territory. Is it a dead end, or have you located the real subject?
You make the path boldly and follow it fearfully. You go where the path leads.

In your humility, you lay down the words carefully, watching all the angles.
The line of words is a hammer. You hammer against the walls of your house. Some have to stay, or everything will fall down. Other walls can go with impunity;

The writer returns to these materials, these passionate subjects, as to unfinished business, for they are his life’s work.

It is the beginning of a work that the writer throws away.
The latest version of a painting overlays earlier versions, and obliterates them. Writers, on the other hand, work from left to right. The discardable chapters are on the left. The latest version of a literary work begins somewhere in the work’s middle, and hardens toward the end.
bold leaps to nowhere. blind alleys.

The line of words is a fiber optic, flexible as wire; it illumines the path just before its fragile tip. You probe with it, delicate as a worm.