This post brought to you by the folks at The Paris Review, who apparently have written 206 articles where an interviewer quite competently drags a writer through a incredibly long but also incredibly interesting conversation about their work and life. And didn't tell me until my Internet filter jingled at me with this article. Take a read, you've got the time.
Michel Houellebecq, The Art of Fiction No. 206 from The Paris Review
This is why I've become a writer, because writers are Interesting because they create ideas. Interesting People are allowed (or allow themselves) to go for broke, in the certain knowledge that even if they come up with 1000 ridiculous ideas, the 1001th will overshadow them all. The added bonus is that they can then recombine and package at least some of those ridiculous ideas into a great whole.
Creatives, for that is what we must be called, we idea workers, are allowed to Be Wrong, but with practice can eventually bring that 1000-to-1 ratio down, down, down until they are popping out good ideas left and right and a fleet of secretaries follow them around recording their every spoken word.
Wait, wait, THAT's why I've become a writer.
The ideal secretary wanders the desert looking for work, plumage flashing in the breeze and a nice hat. Red eyes belie a life of dedicated relief of the tedium of office life. And with a pair of legs that just won't quit.
Yeah, I went there.
250 words? Yes
Book "Lived Too Long To Die" - proceeding at a snail's pace
Short Story "The Language of Ice Cubes" (Alan2) - some linguistic research
Short Story/Flash "Bitsy Pollo: Save Us!" - silly fun!
Short Story "A Blot on the Escutcheon" (Alan3) - outlined
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