This is a line from a quirky 80's movie. Can anyone guess? Perhaps someone more famous than Billy Crystal said it before, but it's a line that has always stuck with me. Am I a writer? What makes a writer?
A stream of consciousness poured out on paper? I would have to say that I'm no writer then; because I've got stacks of journals enthusiastically begun that fizzle out and end up as sad testaments to my dreams of being a "writer". If I am to be painfully honest, I must confess that if I continue tirelessly scribing every thought and whimsy and spastic emotion, that the inescapable truth will be revealed. That, just because I write doesn't mean that I'm a writer.
Quizzically yours,
d
A stream of consciousness poured out on paper? I would have to say that I'm no writer then; because I've got stacks of journals enthusiastically begun that fizzle out and end up as sad testaments to my dreams of being a "writer". If I am to be painfully honest, I must confess that if I continue tirelessly scribing every thought and whimsy and spastic emotion, that the inescapable truth will be revealed. That, just because I write doesn't mean that I'm a writer.
Quizzically yours,
d
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