There’s a quote out there about how writing without an audience is like drinking alone. Solitary imbition has virtues and drawbacks in the same way that a person’s weaknesses are the excessive expression of their greatest strengths.
I suppose the same could apply to writing.
There’s something about writing that makes the writer yearn for a reader. Even though I do like writing just to do it, to get it down, and to look at it as a thing and say, “I made that.”
Crazier still, I really hate a lot of writing, and writers. Sometimes I hear so-and-so wrote a book/play/poem and I feel like throwing up. Sometimes I can’t believe I do it, like I’m a little ashamed to be a part of that mess. (I feel separate from the mess, but I’m never sure if I am, of what makes someone a part of something.) But I love reading. I could read until my eyes fell out.
So here it is—however long the buzz lasts.
