Feeds:Internetsless II
I don't want to be a writer. I just want to make sure I am literate. Or rather, I don't seek to be a writer. I seek literacy. I can read. Most of us can. I can. But can I write? Can I, specifically, follow some bad advice, and write one thousand words, every day? Perhaps.
And does it count if I spend the day painting instead?
I think I can. I am still timid about making definitive statements. I cannot say if this is likely to change.
More to the point, I wonder whether I will write a thousand words a day, and what, if I do, or even if I do not, the effects upon me might be of the experiment. It is a vanity, I am aware, but I cannot recollect why vanity is an evil. "A little folding of the hands to sleep", perhaps? And should that comma be before the quotation mark, or after? (I've been reading Foucault's Pendulum, forgive me.) But the experiment progresses. I wonder how many words I am at right now? Vanity, vanity. Two more. Four more.
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