The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

10 March 2005

Bound to perplex

Breathes there a man with soul so dead, who never to himself has said, "Damn, I oughta write a book"?

Probably not. And it occurs to me that by now, with four thousand and odd blog articles, plus nine years' worth of Vents and various other ephemera on this site, I've already written a book. Maybe two or three.

And if I had the brilliance of a Scott Ott, the style and tenacity of a Dawn Eden, or the sheer verve of any number of people who do this better than I do, I'd think about trying to sell this stuff of mine.

On the other hand, I can't think of any reason why anyone should want to reread it at all, let alone in hard copy.

Posted at 5:57 PM to Blogorrhea

The C.S.O. brought me up short the other day by noting that, in the time I've been operating Eternity Road alone -- about eight months -- I've churned out nearly 200,000 words of dreck.

"Now, why can't you finish that novel you've been working on for four years?" she said.

Posted by: Francis W. Porretto at 3:46 PM on 11 March 2005

Ermmm.... no comment.

I've actually thought of doing something like this, by the way -- or at least doing a complete go-through of all my blogs way back to my old pseudo-diary on Geocities and editing out all the "crap." But I would probably end up with about three pages, so maybe I'll just work on that Best Selling Novel instead.

Posted by: Andrea Harris at 8:22 PM on 11 March 2005