| Wednesday, September 16, 2009 |
| SUCCUMBING TO WORLDLINESS |
For a writer, there are abstract joys, surreal moments of being lost in the beauty of the language, crazed delight at words that finally go, sporadic jealousy at the plagiarism of ideas a half century before you were born...
But nothing compares to seeing your words earn you money.
At least, not right now.
No matter how insignificant the amount (and oh, yes, it is ridiculously insignificant) I earned it. Or I came up with words that did.
Which is a heady feeling. |
posted by Clezevra @ 3:40 AM   |
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Admit it. The irritating repetition of the prize money kinda kills it, doesn't it :)
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I know what you mean.
Adding you to the blogroll. If, that's okay with you.
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your words.......your thoughts......how on earth can you see your thoughts being "financed".......aren't they mor than that...., something to which a currency cannot be labeled-ziah
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Why abuse money? Money- pardon the economist in me speaking- is one of the greatest inventions of mankind... It's not about seeing my thoughts being financed- it's about my thoughts being able to finance me- subtle difference there...
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