June 7th, 2005

Why do we write?

I just spoke to a lovely lady who has been a customer at our bookstore forever. She saw some Ray Bradbury paperbacks sitting on our counter, and told me this great story: She recently ran into Ray in a restaurant, and she told him that he's been her favorite writer since she was 12 years old and has made her very happy. Ray, in walker and all, went up to her, grabbed her face and kissed her! Needless to say, it was one of the best moments of her life...and a story I hope to keep in mind the next time I get dismayed over my own writing career. Is there a better reason to write than to think that someday some young person may approach me in my decrepitude and tell me I once moved them with something I wrote?

MOVIE: I just bought tickets to the premiere showing of Miyazaki's (aka God's) newest movie Howl's Moving Castle for Thursday night. I'm so happy I could explode.
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