{"id":987,"date":"2005-07-19T22:58:00","date_gmt":"2005-07-20T03:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/martinepage.com\/wp\/2005\/07\/19\/everybodys-writing\/"},"modified":"2005-07-19T22:58:00","modified_gmt":"2005-07-20T03:58:00","slug":"everybodys-writing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/2005\/07\/19\/everybodys-writing\/","title":{"rendered":"Everybody&rsquo;s writing"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&laquo; I&rsquo;m not sure what I find more depressing. The thought of all the bad books in the world, or the thought of all the brilliant ones. Sometimes I walk through my house and look at the shelves and coffee tables and bedside stands piled high with published words and think, &laquo; Geez, what am I doing? Does the world really need another book? &raquo;<\/p>\n<p>Here&rsquo;s an even darker thought: Maybe it&rsquo;s not a question of what the world needs, but of what certain people need to do in order to cope with the world. Maybe instead of asking ourselves, &laquo; What are we doing? &raquo; we should ask, &laquo; What are we avoiding? &raquo; What larger emotional commitments does writing enable us not to make?<\/p>\n<p>All these thoughts frighten me deeply.<\/p>\n<p>[&#8230;]<\/p>\n<p>There&rsquo;s a famous story about Margaret Atwood meeting a brain surgeon at a party. After some chit-chat, the surgeon announces that he plans to take up writing when he retires. &laquo; Really? &raquo; Atwood supposedly replied. &laquo; When I retire, I plan on taking up brain surgery. &raquo;<\/p>\n<p>From <a href=\"http:\/\/www.theglobeandmail.com\/servlet\/ArticleNews\/TPStory\/LAC\/20050716\/LEAH16\/TPEntertainment\/?query=literary\">Reading books is definitely more fun than writing them<\/a>, by Leah McLaren in The Globe and Mail.<\/p>\n<p>via <a href=\"http:\/\/www.bookslut.com\/blog\/\">Bookslut<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&laquo; I&rsquo;m not sure what I find more depressing. The thought of all the bad books in the world, or the thought of all the brilliant ones. Sometimes I walk through my house and look at the shelves and coffee tables and bedside stands piled high with published words and think, &laquo; Geez, what am&hellip; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/2005\/07\/19\/everybodys-writing\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Everybody&rsquo;s writing<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/987"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=987"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/987\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=987"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=987"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=987"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}