A writer out of loneliness is trying to communicate like a distant star sending signals. He isn’t telling or teaching or ordering. Rather he seeks to establish a relationship of meaning, of feeling, of observing. We are lonesome animals. We spend all life trying to be less lonesome.photo credit: The stars do not know that they are stars via photopin (license)
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So very true x
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Thanks Ann – it resonated with me when I first read it.
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Reblogged this on mira prabhu and commented:
We are lonesome animals – John Steinbeck on why writers write…thank you, Bridget Whelan!
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Thanks for reblogging Mira
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I’ve definitely come to realise there is truth to this! Loneliness is the price we pay for (involuntary) overthinking! At least we produce some art from it.
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Ah, but we are all alone inside our heads, aren’t we?
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