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		<title>By: How Not To Write</title>
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		<description>Good post.  I also wonder about the impact of not making a living from my writing.  It seems that without the drive to put bread on the table, I spend far more time off staring at the stars.  Fun, of course, but how productive is it?

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I discovered that, freed from the strictures of format and publishing, I could write about only and exactly what interested me, and to express myself plainly and directly. Once I got over the idea that my words were useless and inferior if they couldn’t be sold in 300-page bindings at Barnes &amp; Noble, and that I had a responsibility to myself to publish or be silent, I could enjoy my writing for what it was, and not for the product it could be.
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I tend to think about my &quot;not writing&quot; in the same way. Sometimes it works and I make it through a piece and sometimes I wonder what the heck I&#039;m doing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Good post.  I also wonder about the impact of not making a living from my writing.  It seems that without the drive to put bread on the table, I spend far more time off staring at the stars.  Fun, of course, but how productive is it?</p>
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I discovered that, freed from the strictures of format and publishing, I could write about only and exactly what interested me, and to express myself plainly and directly. Once I got over the idea that my words were useless and inferior if they couldn’t be sold in 300-page bindings at Barnes &amp; Noble, and that I had a responsibility to myself to publish or be silent, I could enjoy my writing for what it was, and not for the product it could be.
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<p>I tend to think about my &#8220;not writing&#8221; in the same way. Sometimes it works and I make it through a piece and sometimes I wonder what the heck I&#8217;m doing.</p>
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