Andrea suggested I add this passage about writers and their lifestyles:
"Writers don't make any money at all. We make about a dollar. It is terrible. But then again, we don't work either. We sit around in our underwear until noon then go downstairs and make coffee, fry some eggs, read the paper, read part of a book, smell the book, wonder if perhaps we ourselves should work on our book, smell the book again, throw the book across the room because we are quite jealous that any other person wrote a book, feel guilty about throwing the schmuck's book across the room because we secretly wonder if God in heaven noticed our evil jealousy, or worse, our laziness. We then lie across the couch facedown and mumble to God to forgive us because we are secretly afraid He is going to dry up all our words because we envied another man's stupid words. And for this, as I said before, we are paid a dollar. We are worth so much more."
-Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz
I always take Andrea's advice seriously. Sometimes, like now, I just take it.
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2 comments:
I'm so glad you decided to do this. Now we can all share thoughts again like we used to! I'm also in the process of luring Autumn over ..
I enjoyed your honest musings on doing nothing. It's wonderful, isn't it? Although it can begin to gall after awhile .. at least it leaves you plenty of time for writing. Use it well!
It worked. I'm here. My first post was kind of a downer, but things are looking up. Good old Donald Miller!
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