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Know Jack #336 Y in the Road

Who is smarter a math teacher or an English teacher?

An English teacher. They know all the letters and the math teacher is still trying to find out what “x” is.


Meanwhile, writers are dreaming up how to get “x” out of the jam he’s in and all the time wondering “y” they bother dallying with the alphabet in the first place. It probably wouldn’t make the top answers on the survey, but I think why a person writes is more important than who, what, when, where, or how.


That’s not only true of writing, it’s true about most things in life. As such, it would seem that somewhere along the way, a writer should take time to think about why they are doing it. If you have been writing a while, it has surely cost you something. It has me and the price has been steep.


I don’t regret the time I’ve spent writing or the price. In a sense, I am never more alive than when I’m fastened to a keyboard and dead to the world. Writing is as much a part of me as the sound of my voice, the gray in my thinning hair, or the conspiratorial look in my eye.


I write because I was made to do it—I don’t mean like being compelled to write “What I did on My Summer Vacation” essays. Although if my memory serves me well, I did get a bit creative on many of those. I’m talking about being born that way. It took a lot of wandering, and a lot of education that had absolutely nothing to do with a classroom, but I found a way to do what I love.


I still don’t know what I’m doing, but I fake it much better than I used to do. That’s the beauty of writing. You can blame everything on creative license or being experimental. Talent is great, but persistence, passion, and daring will do more for your stories. Well, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.


Maranatha






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