I have not touched my autobiography for more than two weeks now and it’s hard to get back into writing.
Last night I made some small note cards from reused paper and today I rearranged my ideas physically on a large table at the local library. Now I feel much better but I still haven’t written anything new.
I don’t know how writers do it but I guess it’s a different process for any one writer.
My point in talking about writing is to encourage all of us to write. And like I’ve been trying to do this whole year, I urge people to write about their own biography. Maybe there will be a library that’s only filled with everyone’s biographies. Oh who am I kidding, it’s the 21st century, there will be a website that will contain everyone’s biographies.
I can see that happening right now on this imaginary website when everyday new births will get recorded and deaths will be published. The biographies of anyone is accessible so we know anyone’s karma on this Earth, who owes who, etc. Perhaps then we can calculate if a person really deserves to go to heaven or go back the other way. For those people screaming about loss of privacy, well, as far we can tell we are all naked under God’s eyes.
Perhaps I should get some funding and be a website startup. But until then I want to finish my own biography.
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