Wednesday, April 29, 2009

And Then One Day You Realize


"Wait a minute. I'm a writer."

That's why you've gotta be careful and use the Three Rules of Prosephylaxis to keep the affliction from sneaking up on you:
  1. Avoid sharing enclosed spaces with writers.

  2. If you come into physical contact with a writer, be sure to wash your hands vigorously with soap and water.

  3. If you must expose yourself to language, limit your use to various combinations of "Rock on" and "More Thread".

9 comments:

Phil said...

What?
Waitaminute, this ain't going to turn into one of those, "You can't say Fuck" threads is it?
Fuck that shit and Rock out with yer cock out, man.

Although, I do see a sling blade reference to a certain sector of the populace with this..

tata said...

Dude, when you realize you're a writer, prepare for a second revelation: people will gladly kiss your ass but almost nobody's going to write a check. Thus, Bill Kristol's entire hacktacular prose-writing career is proof there is no justice.

Will you settle for a virtual beer and my undying admiration?

darkblack said...

Writers might be lower caste, but they are positively aristocratic when compared to the real verminous scum - the actor.

These leeches upon the broken corpse of decency take honest hackwork and render it unto muy stupido whilst pillaging the craft services table, then exhibit the temerity to opine that their tepid interpretations be rewarded with unseemly amounts of lucre.

Beware.

;>)

Rehctaw said...

Once you have the epiphany, the joy is short-lived. The looming question (blade) then becomes what kind of writer am I? And HTF do I earn a living at it? It hangs there and follows you wherever you go.

In the end, writers write. That's what we do. Whether rhyme or reason, there's no avoiding it.

Wherever you go; there you are.

Fran / Blue Gal said...

and I love sharing closed spaces with writers, as long as they ain't smokin' anything other than with their pen on paper. I can breathe fumes of creativity and even bad prose but no carbon mono.

Natalie Goldberg has published muy books and teaches writing workshops but still pauses at parties when she has to say "I'm a wr-r-r-iter"...she can hardly get her mouth to say the word. I get that.

Larue said...

"There are some, who can rise above blind faith.
Others just can’t seem to pray.
Then there’s those, that are condemned by the gods to write,
They sparkle and fade away."

-Ray Wylie Hubbard, "Ballad Of The Crimson Kings"

Condemned by the gods to write . . . . ;-)

Manitoban said...

I've caught Ray Wylie Hubbard live a couple of times in small venues. Always enjoyed the hell out of it. How does Texas produce the likes of RWH, Townes van Zandt, Lyle Lovett, Charlie and Bruce Robison, Blaze Foley, .... and assholes like George W Bush on the other (dark) side??

Michael Hart said...

And then one day, you realize you're...

an addict.
Because words are the most powerful drug used by mankind.

Anonymous said...

As far as the IRS is concerned, I've been a writer for at least 15 years. Hence, the big fluctuation is earnings from year to year. I'm honored to share the craft with the likes of you, DG.

- mac