It may be that I will NEVER be able to rite a book. It may be that a "book" will consist of a compilation or anthology of various "twitter" "columns", poems and blogs. So be it. I don't know if I am capable, in the "traditional" sense, to actually hack out a book, mainly because of the Gallogly "No Moves No Talent" Paradigm I briefed in this morning's Twitter column. No matter. I still carry the banner of Zen and Buddhism in general, for ALL the Righteous and seriously GOOD Intentions. I mean well.
I don't know if EVERY English Lit. Major should write a book. I mean, why ? I started a book on Quotations, one on Buddhist Numbers, and my autobiography. The effort was illuminating, fun even, but it soon bogged down to a tedium that bordered on rote drudgery. It wasn't until the other day, (or it cooda-ben 5 years ago) that I discovered those efforts in files scattered through-out the cabinets. I re-read most of the work, none of my auto, and the quotes were "self-evidently" very good. They heartened me.
Today I'm "letting go" some work I executed in order to apply for U. Conn.'s "Teacher Certification Program." I consider it some of my best "work" because I was forced to distill my Life into words.
Bear with me, please
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