Wednesday, April 27, 2005

The letters are swimming right now...

Tonight my dad asked me how many hours a day I spend reading now. I couldn'’t even answer that. Of course it depends on the day, but when you add up all the little bits I do here and there plus all the long library benders I’'ve been going on, I’'m kind of scared to even guess. And yet at the end of this massive glut of word-consumption, I won'’t even have made the tiniest dent in all there is to read in this world. And yet people keep writing. Like me. Right now. And people like... Dr. Phil. Except he gets paid millions to “write.”

I wish I got paid to read. Even at a nickel per word, I would be a rich, rich woman.

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