A gun for words

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This entry was published at least two years ago (originally posted on September 24, 2002). Since that time the information may have become outdated or my beliefs may have changed (in general, assume a more open and liberal current viewpoint). A fuller disclaimer is available.

I’ve heard about self-fulfilling prophecies — could this be a self-defeating prophecy?

The problem with reading wonderful writing by truly great authors is that my own writing suffers, dramatically, in comparison. Everything I write lately just sits on the page, flat, dejected, and suffering. If there was such a thing as a gun for words, I would shoot each of mine and give them a quick and painfree end.

Boy, do I ever understand the feeling Burningbird describes here, but what really caught me was how spot-on that was, while in the midst of being frustrated at her own writing.

And speaking of being dissatisfied, I just stumbled over how to put this post together through about three false starts. You’d think a simple “I think this is nifty” post would be easy, wouldn’t you?

Oh, hell.

I think this is nifty.