Not knowing what to write has always been the problem. Which writer said he didn’t believe in writer’s block? Oh. That’s right. Michael Douglas in Wonder Boys. “She was a junkie for the printed word. And, lucky for me, I manufactured her drug of choice.” What do you think about movies about writers? Is it an accurate portrayal? Emma Thompson in Stranger Than Fiction. Douglas in Wonder Boys. Johnny Depp in Secret Window. Are they you? Me? Maybe. Maybe not.
It’s been a long time since I wrote in this thing. It’s been a not so long time since I sat down and wrote something. I’ve been writing in fragments lately and thoughts. Stories and half of stories and entries that read like words from a diary. This is how I feel and this is what I think about. Is that the stuff of novels?
Michael Douglas, that poor bastard, has cancer. That has nothing to do with writing. Unless you’re Patrick Swayze, in which case, you might start writing your autobiography now. When you’re gone, your words will remain.
You know what bothers me? Kindles and Nooks. Electronic reading devices. At this rate, my words will be found here and only here. The printed word will cease to exist and the future will never know the beauty of a book.
So, there you go. Writer’s block: Does it exist? Are you Michael Douglas? Are you Emma Thompson? Do you know how to kill Harold Crick? Have you been writing anything lately? Will you leave any words behind? And, last, but most definitely not least, will you fall victim to the electronic age or will you keep your Barnes and Noble, Shakespeare & Co., Strands, and indie bookstores alive?
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