... running late ...
June 25, 1999
6:18 a.m.
Progress on my own stuff has been stopped for a little as I finally made time for a crit or two that I owed people. So, now that's done. The month has really raced by.   Donna Erno, a reader of these pages, recently asked me how I felt about Stephen King's accident. That's a great question when I think about it. After all, here's a guy who is obviously among the most commercially successful writers in the history of the known universe. He's rich. He's able to write whatever he wants to write. He seems to have a close family, and have a lot of fun living. His life seemed to be about perfect from where I sit. His accident is a wake-up to the rest of us. Things change pretty rapidly. Stephen King is lucky to be alive, and I'm sure he and his wife and family know that. And in that knowledge, like a seed embedded in an orange, I'm certain, is the understanding of how easily each of them would give up their material wealth to keep him around a while longer. I was recently scouring an electronic message board, and I saw someone equating writing with life. And I understand what he was doing. I do it myself sometimes. Vera's newsgroup has a topic in it about "Why Do you Write?" and several people are filling it with stuff about how they HAVE to. How they can't NOT write. Or other stuff like that. Writing is not life. You don't HAVE to do it. Life is life. Writing is just one way to enjoy life, and if you're not enjoying at least a part of writing, you shouldn't be doing it. Have a good one.  Daily Persistence is © Ron Collins |
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