Another stroll down memory lane. What IS left to write about?
“The magnificent talons, unbridled and asymmetrical, grasped the decaying carcass, lifting it high into the heavens, on wings of celestial despair.”
I’m pretty sure that sentence is original. No other person on the planet has penned that particular passage. At least I hope not.
I subscribe to the monkey theorem, that is, ‘give me a thousand monkeys at a thousand typewriters’, and they will eventually pen the works of William Shakespeare. Replace monkeys with three hundred million bloggers at three hundred million keyboards, and every topic imaginable is written, rewritten, reinvented, rejuvenated and rehashed. Every – single – line. Except for my gem above, of course.
And the point?
There’s nothing original left to write. Pessimistic view, but factual. Each week I brainstorm, rack my frontal lobe, jot down notes, research, evaluate, reevaluate, and abruptly toss the idea into the bin. Well not entirely. I keep notes…
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