Edward E. Wilson

Originally posted: Mon, Jul. 25th, 2005 03:19

There is something elemental about this, sitting down with the pen. The future looms large and scary just over the horizon. I feel like I have accomplished nothing that I play at being a writer. However there is still the rush, the something elemental, sitting down with the pen.He sat down with his pen and the blank page, he wrestled with a tangle of contrary motivations expectations and fears. What is man but the sum of these parts these programs running one winning out in a behaviour others losing happenstance and biology or was, is, there something more a synergy of the self. He was afraid to write, afraid it wouldn’t be good afraid he would do menial labour his whole life afraid that words wouldn’t come. He was going to then suddenly he wasn’t but there was a rush something elemental, sitting with the pen.