Drunk on Dandelion Wine: Live Forever!
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jasonandrewThe legendary writer Ray Bradbury died yesterday. He was a giant amongst men that showed me through his words that a man could be an adult and still see the world through a child’s eyes. I heard about his death this morning on the radio as I dropped my wife off at work. I found myself feeling just a little sad as I crossed the 520 bridge.
Bradbury was the sort of writer that loved words. He wrote every day because that was the best possible world for him. A true inspiration.
I found myself selfishly thinking retrospectively.
The last year something clicked for me. I started to write better and more often. My ambition faded and was replaced by the love of the craft. I still have the hunger, but it is less important than enjoying the journey.
I am now 39 and I would love to live to 91. That requires some changes to my life habits. I started going to the gym. Technology has completely changed the exercise experience. I get emails from my gym letting me know how well I did each day.
My current technical writing contract ends this week and so I am looking forward to a couple of weeks of solid writing time. I read a bit how Peter David does different projects and manages to be so prolific. He works on particular projects at specific times every day. I wonder if that will help. I am going to push to try to do that during my break.
There is a story about Bradbury that says everything possible about the man. If it isn't true, it should be. When Bradbury was 12, he visited a traveling carnival. A stage magician brought him on stage, tapped him with a sword, and gave the following command to the young boy: Live Forever! Bradbury immediately went home and starting writing.
Live forever, Ray Bradbury.
Bradbury was the sort of writer that loved words. He wrote every day because that was the best possible world for him. A true inspiration.
I found myself selfishly thinking retrospectively.
The last year something clicked for me. I started to write better and more often. My ambition faded and was replaced by the love of the craft. I still have the hunger, but it is less important than enjoying the journey.
I am now 39 and I would love to live to 91. That requires some changes to my life habits. I started going to the gym. Technology has completely changed the exercise experience. I get emails from my gym letting me know how well I did each day.
My current technical writing contract ends this week and so I am looking forward to a couple of weeks of solid writing time. I read a bit how Peter David does different projects and manages to be so prolific. He works on particular projects at specific times every day. I wonder if that will help. I am going to push to try to do that during my break.
There is a story about Bradbury that says everything possible about the man. If it isn't true, it should be. When Bradbury was 12, he visited a traveling carnival. A stage magician brought him on stage, tapped him with a sword, and gave the following command to the young boy: Live Forever! Bradbury immediately went home and starting writing.
Live forever, Ray Bradbury.
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Date: 2012-06-07 03:54 am (UTC)I referenced the same tale in my reflection on this very topic.
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