I sometimes wonder why I find myself on this site. I'm not really a professional writer, though I did do some of that in spots and spurts over a long and varied career. I've had only one story ever published independently. I've drafted 3 novels but never submitted them for publication. I'm working on my memoirs but doubt I will ever finish them. The Tao te Ching says that followers of the Tao, of which I seem to be one, "do not seek fulfillment." That certainly seems true with regard to my writing endeavors. But does that mean I am not a writer?
The older I get the more cynical I get about any so-called wisdom, and find myself more and more moving from the idea of discovering thoughts never before known to the idea of sharing my reaction to universal thoughts already there for anyone and everyone to see. There is, as whats-his-name said, nothing new under the sun. I write what I can write.
I guess, after further review, I find myself here because I believe in the power of written words to convey ideas and feelings and constructs in whatever context I find myself using them. I don't need the stamp of approval of a publishing house. But it is nice to get an occasional "like" from others on this site.
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