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in light of my last post, i feel it necessary to share this quote:
"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 terribly 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, we are paid a dollar. We are worth so much more."
- Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz
STORY OF MY LIIIIIIIIFE. Except that I'm not even making a dollar.
- Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz
STORY OF MY LIIIIIIIIFE. Except that I'm not even making a dollar.
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And I consider you one of them and will read the previous entry as I finish 2 more pages of this stupid Excel database. At least it's money out of TYPING, lol. :D
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REGARDLESS,
truth :D
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a. I write
b. I hang out with writers
but in truth, I have neither the desire nor the jealousy nor the dedication nor the thirst nor anything that is required. (Nor, in fact, the courage to ever be in a situation where I'm just making a dollar.) But I love you lot a whole lot (and ALL my internal definitions of "writer" apply to you, btw, except perhaps the trite and outdated "has had books published" definition that I pay no heed to whatsoever).
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