TECH: Nanowrimo Notes #27: Drunk with a Bicycle?

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Exhausted from nanowrimo? Or just the vicissitudes of Thanksgiving? Well, here's some words from Bradbury:

"We all need someone higher, wiser, older to tell us we're not crazy after all, that's what we're doing is all right. All right, hell, fine!"

So here's to us! A toast, a toast -- and maybe some jam?

"But it is easy to doubt yourself, because you look around at a community of notions held by other writers, other intellectuals, and they make you blush with guilt. Writing is supposed to be difficult, agonizing, a dreadful exercise, a terrible occupation."

Eep. I've got writing on me. Get it off, get it off!

"But, you see, my stories have led me through my life. They shout, I follow. They run up and bite me on the leg -- I respond by writing down everything that goes on during the bite. When I finish, the idea lets go, and runs off."

Ooo - ideas that bite, and pull our leg! Kewl!

"That is the kind of life I've had. Drunk, and in charge of a bicycle, as an Irish police report once put it. Drunk with life, that is, and not knowing where off to next. But you're on your way before dawn. And the trip? Exactly one half terror, exactly one half exhilaration."

Terror and exhilaration, and a heck of a bicycle ride.

Ray Bradbury, Drunk and in Charge of a Bicycle in Zen in the Art of Writing

Hey, hope you all had a great Thanksgiving. Plenty of food, good circ...er, football games, and all that stuffing.

In the meantime, don't forget to . . .
write!
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blinded by the light . . .