Comments on Seventh Draft: You Yourself Must Be the Seventh

Bruce Springsteen? I thought that was Smoky Robins...

2007-10-31T12:51:00.000-04:00

Bruce Springsteen? I thought that was Smoky Robinson.

The lines between serious and non-serious, writing and non-writing are mostly porous, I know, and should be abandoned when their usefulness runs out. Art is like dog shit and you know when you've stepped in some.

When anybody asks about the blog name, I tell them that we're not just a seventh draft - we're a seventh draft of a seventh draft.

That is Bruce right? That's not you, dressed up as...

2007-10-31T09:04:00.001-04:00

That is Bruce right? That's not you, dressed up as Bruce for Halloween.

You know what: don't even try to infect me with yo...

2007-10-31T09:04:00.000-04:00

You know what: don't even try to infect me with your block! I'm due to write all day today and I stupidly checked the blog before beginning.

Honestly though, and I'm dead-serious when I say this (you can ask Karen, I've been talking about it for about a year...): I do not discern any difference between my "serious" creative work and my blogging. No difference at all. I let both inform and almost be each other. (I'm handing in that "What's Cool" story in my next packet.

Now annotations--that's a different matter all together. These are "serious" writing to me and therefor full of writer's block potential.

I like that poem--good find. Seven, of course, is a holy number, a very, very meaningful number in terms of cycles...

Here's a bit of blasphemy: I'm not a Bruce fan at all. What the hell is that fucker doing there?