through life, the one we talk about above, that dissolves. But what if it wouldnt love me back, like singing did? Although I have different kinds of excuses to not start writing, they all have the same meaning, purpose, and consequences as in Godwin's essay: take me away from writing. This is what I want to write about. For when they have, I feel bizarre, frightened of criticisms and dislikes. Because I know for myself, I am still a bakya writer and I still have many flaws and steak to eat before I could produce a remarkable piece to read. Why did those things seems so important and these, which seem significant now, seem less. The first reason why I sit down and write is that. Maybe Ive gotta love it to love me, like Ive love the karaoke. Perhaps, I have more problems, needs, or other various things in my life that keep me from being able to focus on writing.
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I sit down religiously every morning, I sit down for eight hours every day and the sitting down is all. Like what Conrado de Quiros wrote in his Lessons in Humility, there are no bakya topics, there are only bakya writers. Be it something about my life or something new to teach, thats what causes me to write. So what do you set before him now! We look around at others, of our own age and length of experience; in the city, everywhere, it is almost a certainty they all feel it the same. He wants to meet anything you throw at him with a resounding blow. But theres this portion at the back of my brain that asked me with almost the same question, Do I really know how to write? In the course of that studying day of eight hours I write three sentences, which I erase before leaving the table in despair. My favorite thing to write is an essay educating others about something new. Theres no such thing as songs hating its singer, the problem is within her how she will give the right verdict with. Why do I question myself with this why I cannot write?