I had a post ready and eager to be seen. It was all about children’s literature, barnes & noble vs borders, and so on. I apparently did not save it to my computer when I wrote it in the generic text script program. I got frustrated and decided to take a break from reading and the blog. I’ve kept busy since but that’s not really what this blog is about so, I digress. Here’s an excerpt from a book I am very much connected too. I’m looking for brutal honesty and constructive criticism when I blog any of my own pieces.

Hopefully you won’t feel too sour after reading this but plan on checking back for a revised blogging on such childhood stories as Goodnight Moon, Mike Mulligan, and The Grouchy Ladybug.

There is plenty to be said for those who are honest, and of course, more to be talked about (at least) for those that are not. It takes guts to be true and faithful to one’s self. To write one thing and not think another is easier to consider than carry out. Flexing your pen in the grip of your fingers, allowing raw flow from your mind stain pages with ink is confounding.


In one’s typical college English 101 course, one is taught and (depending on one’s professor) randomly asked to do this particular excercise and the act is gingerly called brainstorming. But, wouldn’t brainstorming be a sort of oxymoron in such a form? One should take a leaf of paper, a pencil or pen (depending on your prowess as a writer), stare and think for a half moment, then scribble out strings of words interconnected in ways one will have little recollection of later when one re-reads the page when one needs the information to write one’s essay.


The word essay is troubling on its own. Essay is French; a word so lathered on us in America through secondary and post-secondary education that it’s meaning is lost between dull reading assignments and forced bouts of blasé research. Essay, or ‘to try’ is a profound title for a piece one normally (the good students, anyway) forms, fraughts, and completes in whirlwinds of pursuit for higher purpose.

The purpose of writing should never be to try. It should be — pour faire — to do. To say something in whichever language with whichever style in order to make one’s very own imprint on society (provided, it is read). Do not essay but do pour a fair amount of oneself, fringeless and honest into everything one writes.

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