Daily Archives April 12, 2010

A Little Bit of Ugly

I’ve recently read a few articles, on the internet, that talk about whether or not writers should join networking groups, critique groups, writers forums, etc. Since I own a writing forum, I am curious and interested in these things. I have begun to wonder some whether or not joining a writers forum, if I didn’t own one, would be the right thing for me to do. I think there are many who use forums as an escape from writing, rather than a place to learn about writing. I suppose that’s OK, if and only if the writer keeps writing.

Another thing I’ve noticed is this: there aren’t a lot of best selling authors on writers forums. Whether that is by design or intention, I do not know. I mean, if a writer makes it big, do they simple resign from all forums and their presence among the lowly unpublished or woefully underpublished amongst us becomes a bane? If you became a best-selling author, would you still participate in writing forums? I wonder if, perhaps, its tel...

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Taoism, Taoist Philosophy, and Michy

I am a writer, a dreamer, a seeker. I’m also a believer, but telling you that tells you nothing of who I am or what I believe. Words, no matter how beautifully put together, fail when trying to describe the mystic wonderousness of the universe.

I’m a Taoist, by philosophy. Many people think Taoism is a religion, and there was a short time in which it was. However, what has been the most long-lasting is the Taoist philosophy. I took a class on Western and Eastern Philosophy in college, and I’ve been hooked ever since. That was over 20 years ago now. Taoism feels right to me.

Since it’s not a religion, perhaps you’ll indulge me a moment to explain what Taoism is to me.

Taoism is about balance...

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I Eat Potato Chips

I try to eat healthy foods—organic, mostly vegetarian, low-sodium, so on and so forth—aspiring to be a health nut but not quite there yet, but I do have one guilty vice. I don’t smoke. I don’t drink. I don’t really eat junk food.

So what’s the vice? Potato chips.

I don’t know why I like them. I’ve never really sat down and questioned it. I’m addicted, though, in the way a crack whore peddles her body to get more rock, I sell my soul for potato chips. It’s really quite embarrassing and completely melodramatic, but there you have it.

I cannot move past potato chips in the store without buying at least one bag.

Which wouldn’t be too bad, except, I take that ...

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