To write, or not to write…

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It occurred to me the other day that I could just stop writing.

There is no reason why I must continue to work on my short fiction, essays, poems, and blog posts. I could just quit. Cold turkey. And what a relief it would be.

I would never again feel guilty about fooling around instead of writing, nor would I ever again feel guilty about spending an entire day lost in the revision of a story.

I would be free.  Free!  I could throw away all my half-finished work and all my folders stuffed with ideas written on scraps of paper.  I could throw it all into the recycling bin and do other things.  I could complete my to-do list; learn to bake bread; organize my photos; finish my genealogy projects; and of-course I would exercise a lot more often.

I dwelled on the pleasant possibilities of this for several minutes, and then began formulating my thoughts on the topic into sentences.  I should write about this, I thought as I reached for a scrap of paper….

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This blog is called Sixty Something because I am, but it’s about a lot more than that.  I like to consider myself a cultural observer, and a semi-deep thinker.  I am also an author. My memoir, Almost Home, is available from Amazon and other online booksellers.  My WordPress site for Almost Home is at:  www.hilaryharper.net

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