Betsy Lerner, one of my favorite bloggers on writing, asked in her post this morning, "What is it like, your writer dream?" And her first commenter, Tetman, answered...
Oh, Besty, I wanted everything. Simply that and nothing more. Simply everything. The medals. The money. The plaudits. The adoration. The love. The respect. The revenge.
I had no fucking idea. I thought I knew it all because when I knew nothing I was told by people who knew even less that I knew everything. I had a big hole in my head and an even bigger hole in my heart and I would believe anything just to have something.
And that heart broke. And it broke and it broke and it broke again and now it is shards and dust. And that head was stuffed with cotton candy and corn chips until it rotted from within to the ragged echoing shell it is now.
And I sit at my desk and I write. The devil I sold my soul to is merciless and enchains me and torments me every moment I am not doing what I begged to be able to do.
I wanted everything and I have nothing and I sit at my desk and I write.
And I sit at my desk and I write.
So pretty. Sad, but so, so pretty.
That SOB is seeing into my head.
Ouch.
At least he can write it out. All I can do is draw.
And I sit at my desk, and draw. And I draw. and draw, and draw.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | July 27, 2012 at 06:37 PM
ooo, wait, better:
My writer dream is that one of my friends, who writes, becomes deservedly successful and famous and wealthy, and we work together to design the most lovely urban hermitage, artistic and human and sustainable, the best place to be a writing human...
and then I write about the experience, and I become a deservedly successful and famous and wealthy writer-architect....
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | July 27, 2012 at 06:40 PM
I hope your dream comes true, ZRM! That would be awesome. The kind of world I'd love to live in.
Posted by: blue girl | July 27, 2012 at 07:03 PM
All I can do is draw.
All you can do is draw. And write.
It's a shame, really, doing both so well.
Posted by: blue girl | July 27, 2012 at 07:07 PM
I got a dragonfly.
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | July 27, 2012 at 10:41 PM
That is excellent, thunder!!
Posted by: blue girl | July 28, 2012 at 07:51 AM
Thanks, beege.
It is a Halloween Pennant, Celithemis eponina.
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | July 28, 2012 at 04:47 PM
Celithemis eponina
I'll try to remember that!
The Skimmer said he thinks it would be cool if it was 6' wide. Just huge, flying around. :)
Posted by: blue girl | July 28, 2012 at 08:33 PM
Hi Beege! I had a variation on that dream in which I hoped to become a musician and then I was trapped six nights a week playing crappy cover songs for drunks. Even Billy Joel songs.
Posted by: Larry Jones | July 29, 2012 at 03:11 AM
Hi Larry! Nice to see you.
I hoped to become a musician
You are a musician!
And even if you became a world famous one, you'd still be playing for drunks.
Posted by: blue girl | July 29, 2012 at 08:07 AM