Back in the day, I wrote cause I thought I was a writer. Reality: I could spell.
Nowadays I only write when I feel poetic. Immolation makes me feel poetic. Pithy status updates to fill the gaps and remain in the consciousness.
Other people write. But they can’t spell. I am better than them.
But I have a glass of cheap wine and I’m a writer again.
“Let us sleep deeply and well, friends, and when we wake up we will have hammers for feet and we will beat the world back into submission again.”
I’m not really a writer.
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I know what you mean. Thanks for continuing to give us short, poetic thoughts! Also, thanks for encouraging us to follow the Lord in everything.
By: Dan "da man" on March 26, 2011
at 10:32 am
I’m not really a writer either, but I find more courage to try after my second beer. Good post, Miles. Really good stuff.
By: Ben on July 19, 2011
at 10:24 pm