my writing

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I'd been a prolific writer since about age nine. It was poetry and letters, and then it was all legalese and letters with a generous helping of hilarious memos. Then it took me some years to shake off the legalese to get back the poetry, and then I up and tainted it all with the legalese bullshit again, adding the affect of academe on some of the cases with too many millions at stake, until I freaked. Then it was maniacal writing, writing like I was drowning in space soup, blowing people's minds. I'm a very good writer. Back when I was somebody, I entertained the living snot out of people with my letters and memos. I had a neighbor who used to beg me to write him letters, even though we saw each other almost every day.

So I can state with a lifetime of authority that Calvin has made a pristine point here.

After another cooling off period from the legalese, I started writing articles by the truckload about the timber issue, until hippie newspapers started asking me to write for them and concerned citizens started looking to me for direction they would not follow. I also started writing books. They're the wildest books you've never read. I promise.

I gave up all that doing in pursuit of actuality. I became single-minded, dropping absolutely everything that wasn't leading to reality. I didn't know what the heck I was doing, but I was the very incarnation of clarity on what I was not doing ever again and for any reason, including feeding myself. Finally, after ridiculously long, karma must have decided I meant it. Help arrived.

I'd had every intention of being a writer until I was dead, but what happens when you die while you're still alive? Years and years of the hardest work there is and the writer in here had died. We're hoping she will be replaced by a competent woman. Meanwhile, I mess with it... find other ways to communicate... wait.

There are all these variations, but, basically, they all fit into two forms: [1] a terse, but musical form that is gorgeous but does not make sense; and [2] a verbose and dense form that makes precise sense if you can hold all that information in each line in your mind. The replacement has to retain all the power of the former and yet impart the information from the latter, fuse these into one true mode of true human speaking to sentient beings.

So, anyway, there isn't anyone more impatient that I am, and if I'm patient, you can be too.