Kent Wayne

Musings

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I found myself realizing how inherently boring literature is.  In the end, what is it but black squiggles on a pale surface?  So my duty as a writer is then to painstakingly arrange these squiggles as best as I know how, and to transport my audience as viscerally as I possibly can.

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  1. Stephen Wickhem Avatar
    Stephen Wickhem

    Love this.

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      DirtySciFiBuddha

      Thanks! 🙂

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  2. paulapederson Avatar
    paulapederson

    Your first 2 sentences raised my hackles. The third one hit home.

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      DirtySciFiBuddha

      Haha! Sorry for the bait and switch! I was just trying to be honest about the obligation I feel, not attack the medium itself.

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  3. Mike Avatar
    Mike

    It’s almost like magic …

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      DirtySciFiBuddha

      If they’re meaningless squiggles that transport us to different worlds, I would venture to say that books might be magic spells…. 🙂

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