of Works

Important to writing is reading and listening for ways in learning what not to do from terrible material while grafting quality linguistics of which to cultivate from the best material we have. Reading a Stephen King book about writing: his memoir of the craft, I took from it a place to evade bad books for utilizing time in reading those of quality ("He who walks with the wise grows wise, but a companion of fools suffers harm." - Proverbs 13:20). This morning, after returning A Walk in the Woods by Bill Bryson before finishing it (188 pages of its 274), I took out Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke, an admired classic, in exchange.

By Bill Bryson, the work stung in scattered opinions, a cliff note rambling of historical facts along the crushed vertebrate of plot, itching me to the bone with his childish outlook about being human while he (could have been) sitting at some desk in home with his wife threading her opinions into his patchy story for print at her passing to shower. He, several times, ran off course to a part of him that scratched for words in filling a quota, returning to the back cover synopsis at the very last possible sentence before I should have closed it earlier. This paragraph is counter intuitive, using a myriad of words to conclude that I hate being pulled around in a book by an author with an arrogant typeface.

At the fuel center, my manager, a scholastic collegiate for literature, helped me walk through said issue; him echoing that "classics" (such as Walden, which I finished just before A Walk in the Woods) "spoil us from contemporary works", since awarded classics have been regarded high above others for years.

Becoming a writer (a person who has written a particular text) is not just a gift, it's a commitment to hour long entries that may include a backspace key punch many times. No one who does it can achieve much without writing a lot, drafting, and having to exchange terrible for improvement. That process could never end, but at some point, it has to. Movie editing is considered the final rewrite of a screenplay, when still it could have been done better.

My conclusion: for a focus to grow in telling stories, growing learned, and becoming more at mind than have been; it is my desire to inherit from those works regarded as top tier for the divine improvement associated with what passions have been put into my hear for pursuit. For this time of life, which ticks away, I will run frequent at improvement, at increasing the ability, to shoot arrows at the stars than be scattered about by drawn lines connecting dots of disarray.