8/19/2006

Writing


I just finished the best book I've read in a while. It was The Traveler by John Twelve Hawks. He has a wonderful writing style and even though I don't always agree with his views they are challenging and make me consider old issues from a new angle. I definitely recommend it to anyone who likes conspiracy theories or modern high tech novels.
Anyway, I was just thinking about writing and how cathartic it is. I wish that I had more time to write down all the things that come to mind and the gumption to not worry about what people thought about the nasty stuff. It's probably better that I don't though because then I wouldn't have any friends or family (especially) that would talk to me anymore. Too bad.
I've been thinking a lot lately about what writing really is and how it affects each person differently. The few people that I've come across that cannot read are scared of that fact and seem to also be fearful of what will happen if they do learn. The people who read the news and think that everything in print is truth are mind blowing beacuse most of them are intelligent enough to know that is not true yet they still think that written documentation no matter how fanatical is truth. Then you have the people who read for fun and get so wrapped up in the words that they ignore what is going on around them. (Unfortunately I feel that I have fallen into this category and embarresed myself in so doing) There are also the bathroom readers who can sit and sit and sit reading virtually anything for unlimited amounts of time. (Again most definitely me) These people don't even seem to need blood in their lower body and so are able to devote as much time as needed to there current situation.
Why do I refer to reading when writing is the topic.? If you have to ask that then it's a wonder you made it this far.