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penfield"I wish the world was flat like the old days
Then i could travel just by folding a map
No more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways
There'd be no distance that can hold us back"
- from "The New Year" by Death Cab for Cutie
On January 3, 2008, I resolved: "I will write. I will write regularly. I will write earnestly. I will writegood well awesome."
I wrote regularly, anyway. Five days a week all year, with very few exceptions, I did my homework.
The grand object was to see if I was indeed a writer. Less abstractly, my goal was twofold: to get in the habit of writing every day and to build an archive of thoughts, stories and phrases upon which I could someday draw -- perhaps in the service of a more formal, ambitious literary effort.
Not only has this yearlong project been intensely educational, it has been spiritually gratifying. The encouragement from my readers -- particularly my extraordinarily dedicated family members -- helped sustain me throughout the year. Old, long-lost friends rose from the ashes of anecdotes and connected these days with the good old days. Ghosts and grudges that once haunted me were exorcised and rendered powerless.
It's been fun, but I've graduated. It's time to do something different. It's time to take this ethic and apply it toward something tangible -- and, if possible, something lucrative. That something could be a novel, or it could be a self-help book, or it could be a manifesto. Whatever it is will be offline.
But that doesn't mean I'm abandoning you, or this space. I'll try writing something here every week or so. There was a lot of stuff I meant to get to, but never had the chance: my List of Forbidden Words, my all-time favorite television shows (haiku style), an exclusive interview with the elusive Ms J. ... Have I talked yet about proper elevator etiquette? It probably deserves another mention.
I'll also try to keep you posted via my Twitter feed, handle EnchantedPants. Those of you who know me by my proper name can also find me on Facebook. [Sigh.]
Who knows, maybe I'll miss this particular grind and come back strong again soon. I doubt it, but you never know.
You only know this: I sincerely appreciate everyone who stopped by and propped me up. You all are the best. I look forward to your future support, assuming you remember who I am after this week.
Love.
E.P.
"And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love
You make."
- from "The End" by The Beatles
Then i could travel just by folding a map
No more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways
There'd be no distance that can hold us back"
- from "The New Year" by Death Cab for Cutie
On January 3, 2008, I resolved: "I will write. I will write regularly. I will write earnestly. I will write
I wrote regularly, anyway. Five days a week all year, with very few exceptions, I did my homework.
The grand object was to see if I was indeed a writer. Less abstractly, my goal was twofold: to get in the habit of writing every day and to build an archive of thoughts, stories and phrases upon which I could someday draw -- perhaps in the service of a more formal, ambitious literary effort.
Not only has this yearlong project been intensely educational, it has been spiritually gratifying. The encouragement from my readers -- particularly my extraordinarily dedicated family members -- helped sustain me throughout the year. Old, long-lost friends rose from the ashes of anecdotes and connected these days with the good old days. Ghosts and grudges that once haunted me were exorcised and rendered powerless.
It's been fun, but I've graduated. It's time to do something different. It's time to take this ethic and apply it toward something tangible -- and, if possible, something lucrative. That something could be a novel, or it could be a self-help book, or it could be a manifesto. Whatever it is will be offline.
But that doesn't mean I'm abandoning you, or this space. I'll try writing something here every week or so. There was a lot of stuff I meant to get to, but never had the chance: my List of Forbidden Words, my all-time favorite television shows (haiku style), an exclusive interview with the elusive Ms J. ... Have I talked yet about proper elevator etiquette? It probably deserves another mention.
I'll also try to keep you posted via my Twitter feed, handle EnchantedPants. Those of you who know me by my proper name can also find me on Facebook. [Sigh.]
Who knows, maybe I'll miss this particular grind and come back strong again soon. I doubt it, but you never know.
You only know this: I sincerely appreciate everyone who stopped by and propped me up. You all are the best. I look forward to your future support, assuming you remember who I am after this week.
Love.
E.P.
"And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love
You make."
- from "The End" by The Beatles
