Where Are Your Pants, Son?

People Who Write For Reward By Way Of Recognition Or Monetary Gain Don't Know What They're Doing. They're In The Category Of Those Who Write; They Are Not Writers. Writing Is Simply Something You Must Do. It's Rather Like Virtue In That It Is Its Own Reward. Writing Is Selfish And Contradictory In Its Terms. First Of All, You're Writing For An Audience Of One, You Must Please The One Person You're Writing For. Yourself.

I Had Never Thought About It, But Summer Was Dill By The Fishpool Smoking String, Dill's Eyes Alive With Complicated Plans To Make Boo Radley Emerge; Summer Was The Swiftness With Which Dill Would Reach Up And Kiss Me When Jem Was Not Looking, The Longings We Sometimes Felt Each Other Feel. With Him, Life Was Routine; Without Him, Life Was Unbearable..." - Scout Finch

I Like To Write. Sometimes I'm Afraid That I Like It Too Much Because When I Get Into Work I Don't Want To Leave It. As A Result I'll Go For Days And Days Without Leaving The House Or Wherever I Happen To Be. I'll Go Out Long Enough To Get Papers And Pick Up Some Food And That's It. It's Strange, But Instead Of Hating Writing I Love It Too Much.

There's No Substitute For The Love Of Language, For The Beauty Of An English Sentence. There's No Substitute For Struggling, If A Struggle Is Needed, To Make An English Sentence As Beautiful As It Should Be.

People Generally See What They Look For, And Hear What They Listen For.