Not a Review. Just a Thought.

I am currently reading Scratch: Writers, Money, and the Art of Making a Living edited by: Manjula Martin. I am mentioning this because of a challenge that is currently underway here on Prose, the Simon & Schuster contest. 

Most of the anecdotes in this collection of essays are pretty useful and can ground the aspiring writer's life in reality and show just how hard it is to be a writer. There is a fascination to have other people take time out of their ruthlessly busy modern lives to give your work a chance, you have something to say if you've written it down.

Its not like visual art where you can glance at an image and if touched by the piece have the wheels of your brain start to turn and think and melt into a vacuous puddle of existential dribble. 

No. 

With words you are active. 

While your eyes peel across the page you are hearing every syllable as though it is playing out before you. It's impossible to not hear them if your brain is seeing them. I'm hearing what I'm writing right now. With. Every. Word. I. Type. 

The pay off of reading can be as rewarding as living. 

Who is your audience and will they give you the time? The chance? 

Maybe.