I have spent my life in conversations with people I have never seen, with people I will never know and I hope to continue until the day I stop breathing ... It's the only job I've ever wanted.American novelist Paul Auster ponders the strangeness of writer's life in his acceptance speech for the Prince of Asturias Prize for Literature which is reproduced in the Guardian.
Surely it is an odd way to spend your life - sitting alone in a room with a pen in your hand, hour after hour, day after day, year after year, struggling to put words on pieces of paper in order to give birth to what does not exist - except in your head. Why on earth would anyone want to do such a thing? The only answer I have ever been able to come up with is: because you have to, because you have no choice.Postscript:
I enjoyed Greenbottle's post about why he's glad he doesn't have the writing bug.
Orhan's Medicine (28/10/06)