The struggle I have always had is whether to write books or read them. Reading has won for most of my sixty-six years. I haven’t yet decided if writing about others books is my thing, but I am committed to do so for the remainder of this year. Hold me to it.
Reading is also about writing. I read to write. It’s just that my writing experiences resistance. Steven Pressfield in his book “The War of Art” says it well. Every day he gives me thoughts to think about and almost all of them on resistance. If you think of yourself as creative in any sense of the word, I recommend his book. I enjoy each and every page. He makes me think and often makes me laugh.
Here is a sample, “Ill health is a form of trouble, as are alcoholism and drug addiction, proneness to accidents, all neurosis including compulsive screwing-up, and such seemingly benign foibles as jealousy, chronic lateness, and the blasting of rap music from your smoked glass ’95 Supra. …..Cruelty is a form of Resistance, as is the willing endurance of cruelty from others….. Creating soap opera in our lives is a symptom of Resistance. Why put in years of work designing a new software interface when you get as much attention by bringing home a boyfriend with a prison record?”
It is Resistance with a capital R and by the time we have read all 165 pages we have thoroughly covered Resistance with a capital R.
Writing Out Loud 