Neil Gaiman on being a writer

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I don't know where this belongs, so I am puttng it here. Homer can frown at me and move it, if necessary.

I came across the following essay because I like to solve cryptograms during my writing breaks or when I am just too brain-dead to think about anything real or when I'm just too lazy to get off my butt and do something useful. The puzzle answer that caught my attention was

Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it's always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins.

I had no idea who Neil Gaiman was, but thought that was pretty astute and maybe someone else would like to read it. Since the cryptogram site wouldn't let me copy and paste, and I was too lazy to retype it word for word, I googled Neil Gaiman and the first few words of the quote so I could copy and paste from somewhere else. The link is below. Based on some posts I've read on this site recently, there are people who will benefit by reading this essay.

Neil Gaiman on being a writer
 
What does handsy mean?

(Googles)

Ah. Gaiman stands accused, but not convicted, of numerous instances of particularly egregious behavior. Women might be advised to reject invitations to view his etchings.

Are the insights offered by the essay therefore rendered null and void?
 
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I will respond to the topic, ignoring the controversy. A blank screen is not intimidating for me. It calls to be filled with wonderous words, trusty tales, and curious characters. Nor does it remain blank upon me having gone through the motions to open a new document.
 
Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it's always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins.

But as long as you are alive, the battle is never over.

I'm not even sure if I want to think about it as a contest. It's a process that proceeds in fits and starts, and as long as you stay on the path, the path will take you somewhere, eventually.
 
Alice: "I don't much care where-".
Cheshire Cat: "Then it doesn't matter which way you go," said the Cat.
Alice: "—so long as I get SOMEWHERE," Alice added as an explanation.
Cheshire Cat: "Oh, you're sure to do that," said the Cat, "if you only walk long enough".

By still another author of dubious reputation.
 
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