My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Friday, February 12, 2016
Writing to Control
Steve was talking of a particular pathology and noted they write in order to gain a semblance of control. I do not have the pathology he was speaking of, but maybe the rest was true -- we write as a way of appearing in control, which is not terrible as long as we know at best we have an appearance.
Labels:
control,
perception,
Steve,
writing
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