To do just the one thing is such an obvious piece of wisdom, but it is often forgotten. Upon finishing 'Stoner: A Novel', it seemed pertinent that writing this post be the one thing I do.
My review of Jonathan Lethem's 'The Ecstasy of Influence' may have been quite little, but the thoughts it sparked were a quite big. So hop on board this train of thought about influence and intimidation.
Welcome, one and all, to 2015. It's the year of adventure and I am back (with gay abandon) to typing in my notebook.
A pub in Wales pointed out that halfway to nowhere is exactly where you need to be to move forward with a little meaning.
The less you write, the less you are a writer. But when you keep worrying about what's happening next, there's no time to expand upon what's happening now.
2013 meant dipping my toes in a lot of new things. 2014 means diving a little deeper into a few and transitioning to a new writing frequency.
Writing is my profession, my fun and more. My brain on the other hand is a little more limited in its functionality.
Before I hit this notebook's anniversary, I need to raise a glass to a different but not entirely unrelated first birthday.
Seamus Heaney died this week, and with his poem 'Blackberry-Pickings' he has reminded me of the importance of honesty and the danger of influence when experiencing the disappointments of life.
If we lived perpetually in the conditional, we would never have anything new to say. It's the current that keeps us thinking.
It is Sunday, and I should be writing. But output doesn't put out without some input.
In order to be a better writer, you have to be psychotic. That is, a person who needs multiple identities in order to give the impression of an erudite whole.