Writing all the time

Some of us ”sweat the night into words,” the poet Bernard Spencer wrote in his poem “Night-Time: Starting to Write.”

Morning or night, day time or lunchtime, it really doesn't matter when you write. A note, a recording, a scribble — we write it down to remember it now and for later.

Everything goes in the hopper.

The writer often feels compelled to notice and the readiness to do too much. But that's part of the scribe’s title, to remain curious and connected to the tone of social mores, stuck in a perpetual now and the now of yesterday.

Writers are collectors, not hoarders. They snatch ideas to remix into something else, a type of innovation of words.

Why write? To make something”

Claude Simon

It is in the prose the writer plunges and finds themselves. The pen is an addiction, a duty, and a stress outlet, and pure enjoyment. It shatters the notion of work and life, swaddled into the need of an aliveness.

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Published by Wells Baum

A daily blogger who connects the dots between arts and life.

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