The disappointingly typical mutterings of an omphaloskeptic hypochondriac.
Friday, May 6, 2011
I am thankful that I am a writer. I have been questioning whether or not I could be a writer, given the state of life and the demands it entails. Regardless of the answers to that questioning, what has been starkly clarified is that I am a writer, for better or worse. Any position or pastime which jeopardizes that fact will inevitably dissolve before the necessity of its self-propagation. At the end of the day, this is something I am incredibly thankful for.