More pointless ponderings
Writing.
Wronging.
Shouldn't they be opposites?
Like I said, more pointless ponderings.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
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I have no-one left to blame but myself. Ho hum
Writing.
Wronging.
Shouldn't they be opposites?
Like I said, more pointless ponderings.
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Yes
Oh, but having said that - would that make us not writers but just wrong?
And if that is right, then having said that can I still be wrong?
Then we have the whole problem of writing wrongs. People need to write wrongs. But I've just written 'wrongs', so are they now write? And now I've re-written 'wrongs', are they wrongs again, or because they've been written are they now write?
Then again, Resnick was written, but it's just wrong. So wrong. So maybe I was write.
Please, no-one ever leave me in charge of the English language - it would just be chaos.
Literally.
Just that one word: Chaos.
But it would sum everything up. So actually that would probably be OK.
I disagree.
Although I am usually always bright, no, brong, no, wrong, but always right, but actually I really can't tell, because I am not a writer, or actually I might be, because my discombobulated herd of missing words are trekking again somewhere far away from the slippery slopes of sudden eye-scratching wantings and some of them are finally printed and ready to be read.
I will definitely eternally shut up after this comment. What I meant in my roundabout way was that the book is ready and travelling somewhere.
>>the book is ready and travelling somewhere<<
Oddly, that was about the only conclusion I could draw from your previous comment, but it left me no less confused - what book? I'm intrigued. The one you were writing?
Oh, and don't shut up.
Well, I suppose, everyone has to shut up at some point, but... well, just don't do it eternally.
No, I buried that one. Or actually I think I might go back to the cemetary and look if it is still alive, someday, if I'm not in my usual zombie mood.
That other one travelling is just a boring one. It goes like this: bla bla bla blaaah arty stuff bla bla blah in some pages.
But it is still writing I suppose.
I also suppose I can't keep my promises, because I didn't shut up.
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