Just read a blog post by George Anderson about the highs and lows of being a writer. This is the second blog post I’ve read by George (who was once upon a time a student of mine). His posts are always a good read:
http://www.scottishbooktrust.com/blog/rewrite/2011/07/george-anderson-is-fiction-good-for-readers-and-bad-for-writers#comment-7185
I’m not sure if George has his own blogpsot or not, this is one he writes at The Scottish Book Trust. Anyone know?
Anyway, the blog reminded me of a little poem I came across some time ago by the Glaswegian poet, Frank Kuppner, which neatly says what being a writer is like, and always makes me smile!
What? Again? (From A Bad Day for the Sung Dynasty):
With a yell of triumph he finishes the great work;
He slumps back in his seat, exhausted but happy;
Idly, he fingers through it, and reads the very first lines;
Little by little the smile disappears from his face.
