Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Mid-week Faith Crisis
Because, you see, the only way I can justify spending this time writing--when I could be augmenting my bouquet of adjunct positions in other more direct ways--is that I think, I HOPE that what I'm writing will improve my life in "codifiable" ways--ways I can justify to family members and myself. I mean if I essentially suck as a writer, am I wasting time and money buying this lovely tray of bread and butter?
AND--think about this: has what become one of my central motivations for writing this winter hindered me?
This notion has haunted me all day, which is . . . FUN.
(The guy with the beard was writing fiction, too. I wonder how he felt about himself.)