I’ve been grappling lately with the question, "Why write at all?" These little essays, dashed off in just about an hour each, sometimes feel like mere goldfish, scooped easily from a small bowl. Every morning, I sit down at my desk, and before proceeding to the day's work write a thousand words in my journal, usually beginning as a simple record of recent events, then meandering into a relaxed examination of whatever else has been on my mind lately. Worries, excitements, new connections between old ideas, doubts, resolutions.
Why write at all?
Why write at all?
Why write at all?
I’ve been grappling lately with the question, "Why write at all?" These little essays, dashed off in just about an hour each, sometimes feel like mere goldfish, scooped easily from a small bowl. Every morning, I sit down at my desk, and before proceeding to the day's work write a thousand words in my journal, usually beginning as a simple record of recent events, then meandering into a relaxed examination of whatever else has been on my mind lately. Worries, excitements, new connections between old ideas, doubts, resolutions.