My blog, where I store those thoughts rattling around my brain
|I was talking to a friend yesterday and the topic of talents came up in our conversation. I remarked how some people were naturally gifted athletes, scientists, lawyers, etc. When I was questioned as to what my skill might be, I laughed and said that I was good at making pretty words.
Isn't that all writing really is? Pretty words? Flowery speech? Sweet nothings?
This idea filled me with some chagrin, but I found it humorous. Perhaps that's why so many people have discarded reading altogether, it's just fleeting entertainment. But then I see how movies and TV shows have filled that void and then I'm back to scratching my head again.
Do you think there's any hope for wordsmiths like us, in a world that treats the idea of reading books like the mental equivalent of eating your veggies?
It's a beautiful lie
It's a perfect denial
Such a beautiful lie to believe in
So beautiful, beautiful, it makes me