There's a little rumour about the
writer’s curse: that it’s a disease called writer's block. It's a curse
romanticized by the media, (and consequently writers) because of the irony, the
tragedy, the intrigue, the emotion. It’s the equivalent of a pianist who has lost
his hands.
The writer’s true curse however is that
he has too much to say. He messes with
periods, font sizes and line breaks not to reach the minimum but to fit the
maximum requirement.
The real curse is sifting through months of favored BS to
buy the thirty seconds the reader has to give.
