On The Writer:

Write Like A Charmer They Say, And The Reward Is Soon Upon You — What Reward? Where Does It Begin?

If One Wishes to Write Well, Is There Anything Else to Be Sought After?

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Sect I — Q-A:

If One Wishes To Write Well, Is There Anything Else To Be Sought After? I return to this because it has some flavor — I’m sure many devoted or hooked Writers would care only to write when they wanted to, the want of notoriety only being a crazed course.

Many who seek fame are after a new set of boundaries, though usually it erodes the hope to have any, to begin with, certainly not having the cause to create entirely new ones either.

The few in the Writers crowd who are beguiled by the chance to pen a word, allowing the good and meaningful word to unfold and daring it on again to even finish a sentence of prose, write not necessarily out of the prospects for wide-spread acclaim, as many of them write from a high-set of dysfunction and the quiet life, oh, is so sort after, but rather for the sake of it, this hungry compulsion to finish the next page.

From the choices — which Writer are you — I do not mean to challenge you down a set path of binary options as though this was an Either/Or choice. Writers are too sparse from one another yet communicable nonetheless to another soul who believes the ink on their hands or cramping in their wrists is a worthy choice for this life.

In truth, I believe the writer is only a cheapening generalization done by the oh-so popularly clumsy human brain; there may be no writer at all but an individual who has chosen this particular course — perhaps a writer fulfills the expectations of others: A typesetter, a translator, a scribe and a secretary. They may be who the writer is, while the individual gets away with literary murder of the profoundest kind — the timeless, one-of-a-kind.

So what is it to be — I’m doing the clumsy human work for you then, giving you the either/or for now, to get yer on yer way. Are you the one who sets the front for another or the one giving reason to the job of the former?

ANSWER: Wherever the rude smell emits from, follow it there, and pay heed because the compass may point true North, it won’t tell you of the roots, pits, and swamps in your path if you plunge forth like a demented yokel on the back of his horse and become encumbered so irrevocably, what was the point of knowing true North?

If you’re the scribe, so be it, all seemingly otherworldly writer needs this humbled position — for your technical proverbs and for the trading of time.

I cannot be filling out text documents and sweltering in a fine yellow sweater under candlelight can I? — a good pusher of papers is always needed for flux of amassed consumption. Ideas get penned around always, by the courts hearsay or affirming eyeball, just decide where you want to sit in this particular vocation.

Sect II — Q-B:

Working like a well-oiled machine and works like a charm — are two offensives of expressions in this contemporary day. Now I do say that the word Idioms is similar to the word Idiot for a reason and that is because it is a manufactured thought for you, with little higher thought needed, only this social compulsive to utter without thinking.

Must I say more about a source of expressions when you have a phrase like “More than Happy” and “Raining cats and dogs” — What? — Did you think nobody was watching, I certainly noticed — and those are hardly the worse offenders, but another time sweet prince;

The former sounds like a dangerous mental condition, something akin to the happiness cults that circulate to and fro, and the latter is purely unrealistic at least it rains toads and ‘fishes’ now and again with a big storm scopes things up like a playful hand coming down from the sky.

True thought is a painful gift, where you dare to distance yourself enough from the family group or larger tribe and dare to be, if I may derive something emotionally inclined here; you may discover the pension to pillar yourself on emptiness and the lack of expectations to find something curious and queer — how many of you have discovered something truly remarkable in a room full of droning humanoids… Mhm, very few!

ANSWER: Write like a devil, swing like a dog! There’s a new expression for yer.

Write like the one exiled from the common tongue, because believe me, it is a flippant and contagious beast that notions itself on the fashion of any given day. So step back, glare at it with a slight perturbance on the brow, and observe it for a good while.

Now the swinging part, as you well know, dogs are properly loyal to their human masters, always coming back and delivering a delightful corpse of a squirrel or something unmentionable on your doorstep.

So there you are, swinging back and forth, seeing what risings the snarls on their faces, and what hatches arching plots on their eyebrows. See what your ideas do, subtly is best unless you’re a political writer, and forthwith craftsmanship is preferred unless you imbibe in perfidy for a slap-up launch.

Never expect fully concluding pieces in this series, as I’m only having a play around here. Excuse I as I speak out loud.

[A useful companion of mine should say this:]

The Doctor does not hold steadfastly to all ideas expressed here, her capricious toying with ideas has slightly caused many shouting looks, and glancing lips.

Ta-ta Now.

Ever yours; The Doctor [Adams]

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