- I might enjoy writing words for a living more then I enjoy writing code for a living.
- I need to practice writing badly. I now compose in twitter-size structures; my conversations and writing are a series of unfunny one-liners. I wrote an honest-to-god letter last month and it was a disgrace.
- Even if I don't write to feed myself and my work with sound, it would be nice to speak and write like an adult again - I'm not quite sure where that skill began to dissolve, but I was certainly better at it at 17 than I am right now.
- I now have a hypothesis for my general disinterest with fiction in the face of a brooding love for language: if language is the art of abstracting thought, I suppose that means I'm more interested in the thoughts of my fellow human beings that fence directly with this shared experience we call life rather then those diversions that dick around with some cockamamie fantasy of abstraction and escape. It's strange that I think representation in literature dances much closer to the line of direct experience then abstraction in literature, while I feel the opposite about sound - more or less anyway.
I guess I'll have to write about it.
