I add posts to this blog too infrequently. The reason: distractions. The largest one, without question, is work. Day-to-day routine is hardly conducive to a truly creative life. Still, its often on my mind. Number two distraction: the world-wide-web itself. It used to be that writing came in paper form. Even in hardcopy, though, you had to sort the signal from noise. There were choices to be made. When I was a child Ripley’s Believe It or Not featured a man—I can’t remember who—that was the last person to have read every printed book. Well, I kind of doubt that. Maybe he read every printed book available in Europe. Other languages, such as Chinese, had been printed from an early time. In any case, that period is passed. All reading involves a choice. Talking with my writing partner Fantasia, I once asked about how a story she was working on was coming along. She admitted to having been distracted...
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