When the truth hurts
What do you think? If I continue to think of myself as "A Writer" will the day come when I'll actually become one?
I wrote down that thought just so you might catch a glimpse of how confused I really am.
Yesterday, I finished my third book.
Tomorrow I will start reading the forth one.
For the life of me, I cannot figure out how I've accumulated all the information that is currently filed away in my vast storehouse of knowledge.
I've never liked to read what other people write and still don't.
That's not a good thing I know and it's only getting worse.
Now I've gotten to the point of not liking to read all the stuff I've put down on paper or typed on my computer. For one thing, it's difficult for me accept that I actually wrote all the papers I find around this house...stuffed into drawers or plastic file boxes that are sitting in a corner here and there.
I came across this book that I started writing some twenty years ago.
The sheets of paper are all yellow now and the handwriting doesn't even look like mine. Yet, as I read the first page the whole story outline returned to my mind and I ended up asking myself what I had planned to do with the manuscript if I ever completed it?
My writing voice has changed so much, to attempt completing it now would be an exercise in futility.
How can any person consider themselves to be a "Word-smith" when they can't stand to read a composition of any length?
I heard that Al Gore wrote a book and made a movie about it.
Is it only a rumor? I also heard that he received some kind of prize for it.
Yeah, I believe that like I believe he invented The Internet.
Here's a real Inconvenient Truth: The language of these United States of America is ENGLISH. If you want to live here, become a citizen and be recognized as a real American...You MUST learn to speak the language of the land or return to whence you came.
Talk about an exercise in futility; the people who need to hear this message WILL NOT because they can't read or speak English.
That's all I have to say today.
