Comments on: Is writing an addiction? https://habitablezone.com/2024/11/18/is-writing-an-addiction/ Sat, 18 Apr 2026 06:56:03 -0700 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: RobVG https://habitablezone.com/2024/11/18/is-writing-an-addiction/#comment-53597 RobVG Tue, 19 Nov 2024 18:39:26 +0000 https://habitablezone.com/?p=104882#comment-53597 I was hoping you wouldn't say something like that lol. n/t I was hoping you wouldn’t say something like that lol. n/t

]]> By: ER https://habitablezone.com/2024/11/18/is-writing-an-addiction/#comment-53596 ER Tue, 19 Nov 2024 17:13:07 +0000 https://habitablezone.com/?p=104882#comment-53596 No, its a curse. No, its a curse.

]]> By: RobVG https://habitablezone.com/2024/11/18/is-writing-an-addiction/#comment-53595 RobVG Mon, 18 Nov 2024 20:32:30 +0000 https://habitablezone.com/?p=104882#comment-53595 "A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead." “A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched
sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set
out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling
on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther
westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the
lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and
headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the
snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the
living and the dead.”

]]> By: RobVG https://habitablezone.com/2024/11/18/is-writing-an-addiction/#comment-53594 RobVG Mon, 18 Nov 2024 20:30:42 +0000 https://habitablezone.com/?p=104882#comment-53594 "Like" n/t “Like” n/t

]]> By: podrock https://habitablezone.com/2024/11/18/is-writing-an-addiction/#comment-53593 podrock Mon, 18 Nov 2024 20:22:59 +0000 https://habitablezone.com/?p=104882#comment-53593 I like this. Have it printed out. Read it from time to time. From his book Quicksilver (2003) <blockquote> State your intentions, Muse. I know you're there. Dead bards who pined for you have said You're bright as flame, but fickle as the air. My pen and I, submerged in liquid shade, Much dark can spread, on days and over reams But without you, no radiance can shed. Why rustle in the dark, when fledged with fire? Craze the night with flails of light. Reave Your turbid shroud. Bestow what I require But you're not in the dark. I do believe I swim, like squid, in clouds of my own make, To you, offensive. To us both, opaque. What's constituted so, only a pen Can penetrate. I have one here; let's go</blockquote> I like this. Have it printed out. Read it from time to time. From his book Quicksilver (2003)

State your intentions, Muse. I know you’re there.
Dead bards who pined for you have said
You’re bright as flame, but fickle as the air.
My pen and I, submerged in liquid shade,
Much dark can spread, on days and over reams
But without you, no radiance can shed.
Why rustle in the dark, when fledged with fire?
Craze the night with flails of light. Reave
Your turbid shroud. Bestow what I require

But you’re not in the dark. I do believe
I swim, like squid, in clouds of my own make,
To you, offensive. To us both, opaque.
What’s constituted so, only a pen
Can penetrate. I have one here; let’s go

]]> By: podrock https://habitablezone.com/2024/11/18/is-writing-an-addiction/#comment-53592 podrock Mon, 18 Nov 2024 20:07:20 +0000 https://habitablezone.com/?p=104882#comment-53592 But there is no twelve step program. The only way out is through. So write. Take the sentences out of your brain and put them on paper. Agonizing over a sentence is called poetry; a related affliction, but more acute. My spelling is horrid; and, I break rules of grammar for fun. But a good sentence, just one, when finally polished and buffed, is a joy. The excellent wordsmiths here have been an inspiration to me as well. Upped my game, I like to believe. The challenge is finding your voice. But there is no twelve step program. The only way out is through. So write. Take the sentences out of your brain and put them on paper.

Agonizing over a sentence is called poetry; a related affliction, but more acute.

My spelling is horrid; and, I break rules of grammar for fun. But a good sentence, just one, when finally polished and buffed, is a joy.

The excellent wordsmiths here have been an inspiration to me as well. Upped my game, I like to believe.

The challenge is finding your voice.

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