So you want to be a writer? by Charles Bukowski
Yes. Dreadful. Painful. Personally malicious. Yes. Yes I want to be a writer. No, I AM a writer. I can’t stop myself. I find myself these days staying up late at night, into the early hours of the morning writing, rewriting, thinking, plotting, smoking cigars drinking too much wine but yet I am and doing it all over again because, yes it is bursting out of me for the first time in years. With red, blurry, puffy eyes I sit in front of my glowing screen to write what’s been locked away, screaming to get out because I can no longer contain it. And thank you Charles Bukowski for giving me permission to lose hours of sleep for something I’ll never make millions of dollars for but doing something that I absolutely love. Something I can’t stop myself from doing anymore, happily I will never be one of the 40,000 (male or not) you so eloquently and indelibly etched upon me many years ago.
~BjW
Bukowski! Awesome. If it doesn’t burn in you, it’s not worth doing. Burn Barbi Burn.
Thanks Paul and a big thank you for intruding me to Bukowski!! He’s burned in my brain since that day and like another of Bukowski’s famous quotes that is resonating with me, “Writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers.” I have been desperately burning to write, so thank you for the perfect metaphor of encouragement!
~BjW
aka BBB!!!
Wow…love that Bukowski poem! The message holds true to anything you do in life.
Happy writing! Would love to brainstorm with you over a cigar and wine sometime!
Thanks Sally. Yes that Bukowski poem truly applies to so much in life and it has resonated with me for years! And I would love to meet up for a good stogie, glass of vino and great convo with you anytime! See you soon.
Cheers!