There are drawbacks to writing a blog which you use as a springboard for some of the things floating languidly to the surface of your head: not all of them are polished. Some, in fact, are quite rotten and putrid and bloated. I'm not particularly proud of some of those ones, but they did come out of my brain; and hey, they've already been published. The second part about writing for an unknown public is that there's no small amount of anxiety toward people reading those half-formed thoughts and judging them to be disfigured, frightening, sad, slow-witted, or self-obsessed.
Here's my advice: While rowing along the tranquil lake of your consciousness, if one of my pale, misshapen thoughts should come floating water-logged to the surface of your attention, bumping into the oar of your small wooden boat; please don't hit it too harshly. Let it wash up on the beach to be gathered with the driftwood and burned.
But by some chance, should you happen upon a little water-lily of a thought; pick it up and show it to me. Bring me the comfort of knowing that once in a while- a thing I scribbled down was a comfort to you, because you weren't alone in thinking it.
Be Brave. Live.
-Gus
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