Writing requires a strange mix of sensitivity (to detect possibility, and to be able to honestly critique your own material) and brutishness (to sit down day after day and plink out words, and to not get hung up on every obstacle/criticism). Perhaps there’s some deep metaphor/analogue in there, but I’m simply grateful that I can write, because that balance of sensitivity/brutishness is hard as hell to acquire.
(I’ve heard this described as “the sensitivity of a butterfly, combined with the hide of a rhinoceros.”)
Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha 
“the sensitivity of a butterfly, combined with the hide of a rhinoceros.” – A.K.A. the modular force field 😀
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LOL!
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I like the butterfly/rhino analogy.
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You just gave me a Photoshop idea for creating a writer in it’s natural habitat.
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Haha! Awesome!
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Nice thoughts.
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Thanks!
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YES. I was just having a conversation about how influential music is on my thoughts and concentration. I’m fascinated by the fact that others don’t require it the way I do. Great musings— thanks for sharing.
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Yep—No problem! 🙂
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(Full disclosure, posted that comment in the wrong spot— my bad. Feel free to not share. Thanks!)
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No worries! 🙂
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Thank You Jayne!!! 🙂 🙂 😀
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Butterfly and rhinoceros – opposites of the same coin maybe? Certainly true for us writers. Interesting observation. Thanks Kent!
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No problem! 🙂
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