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A day without surrogate, is like any other day, except... without surrogate.Wow. Tomorrow? -I'm climbing Mt Everest in my sleep...
2007-10-29
Gooooood evening Boys and Girls.
I've been listening to Steven King's "On Writing," during this trip. It's a book I've read bits and pieces of previously, but one I'd also purposely avoided reading straight through because, though I've always enjoyed what King I've read, he's not a writer I'd especially aspire to emulate, at least with regard to his style. No biggie, I suppose, since it's rather doubtful he'd want to emulate me with regard to either my style OR my lack of success to date.
So - I like to think - that makes us just about even!
That said, I've really enjoyed, "On Writing," so far. It's an unabridged audio version with Mr. King himself doing the narrating - always a big plus to me if the author has any reading chops whatsoever since, you KNOW you're hearing the words exactly the way they were intended to be read.
And, going further down that road for some reason I haven't fathomed - or planned - it reminded me that last night a friend read one of my old posts to me over the phone.
We'd been discussing something about it, but I really don't recall the details. Funny. Regardless, I asked her to do it, and for me, it was interesting.
See, I'd always wondered whether the way I hope something reads, is in "the voice" I intend when I put something down here. Often I worry that because I do tend to write the way I speak, I find myself concerned that since you can't HEAR it as it sounds in my head, that either my meaning will be distorted, or that the tone will come off as far harsher than I mean for it to.
I can say that she seemed to nail it perfectly; pausing where I would have and with exactly the tone I'd hoped for. Even so, afterward, I wondered aloud whether someone who doesn't already know the way I talk would have done as fine a job, at least to my ear.
Who knows.
Last night, as I drove West toward a never-reached point where the dark horizon met a beautiful night sky, I found I'd just crossed the Mississippi River - and that I'd done so without even realizing it.
Honest.
Zowie.
This, to me, is tangible proof that, in some respects at least, life has gotten a little too damned easy.
Be good to everyone.
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