― Tico Tico (Tico Tico), Sunday, 21 December 2003 23:41 (twenty-two years ago)
― griffin doome, Sunday, 21 December 2003 23:46 (twenty-two years ago)
― griffin doome, Sunday, 21 December 2003 23:49 (twenty-two years ago)
― Momus (Momus), Monday, 22 December 2003 01:55 (twenty-two years ago)
― Sterling Clover (s_clover), Monday, 22 December 2003 04:30 (twenty-two years ago)
― Jordan (Jordan), Monday, 22 December 2003 04:42 (twenty-two years ago)
― darling, Tuesday, 23 December 2003 07:01 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ann Sterzinger (Ann Sterzinger), Tuesday, 23 December 2003 22:17 (twenty-two years ago)
Writing, when you can see where you are going and know exactly how to get there, can also be a pleasure. It is rarely as easy as that. Much more often the thing you want to capture in words is elusive and you must toil at it long and hard before the right words appear in the right order. If you succeed, there is sometmes a sense of accomplishment as your reward. Sometimes even that is lacking, when your conviction of success is uncertain. That is when writing is, as Ann said, a ball breaker.
― Aimless, Wednesday, 24 December 2003 00:53 (twenty-two years ago)
― Enrique (Enrique), Monday, 5 January 2004 10:09 (twenty-two years ago)
But sometimes it becomes harder to write. Time changes and winds blow.
― the litfox, Tuesday, 6 January 2004 20:11 (twenty-two years ago)
― david. (Cozen), Tuesday, 6 January 2004 21:08 (twenty-two years ago)
― quincie, Tuesday, 6 January 2004 21:38 (twenty-two years ago)
― Michael Jacobs, Sunday, 11 January 2004 14:21 (twenty-two years ago)