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Nov. 9th, 2005 09:37 amStrange thoughts.
I was watching Good Will Hunting the other day. First time I'd seen it. Actually I was watching and writing/editing. TV I haven't seen before does shit for my concentration.
But I was watching it and there was this speech that a math professor gives to Matt Damon's math genius charcter. Something about wasting his potential on booze and barfights and how he'd give his left nut to have talent like that. "Sometimes I wish I had never met you. Because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there."
Sometimes I wonder.
Granted, I know most of you don't think that. The disparity ain't that great, and most of what I do with writing I do because I've been writing since I could hold a pen or peck words out on a keyboard. (Actually when I was little apparently I wrote programs on computers that made images of trees, according to my grandfather. I don't ask anymore.) But sometimes I wonder. It's an odd feeling, being told over and over "you're a better writer than I am, go write. Get published. You could do this so easily." And then hearing that movie, hearing some of those speeches to Will about his potential. Just. Odd.
And yes, I'm going to be writing and editing most of today. Before anyone asks or pokes. I see you readying the fingers.
I was watching Good Will Hunting the other day. First time I'd seen it. Actually I was watching and writing/editing. TV I haven't seen before does shit for my concentration.
But I was watching it and there was this speech that a math professor gives to Matt Damon's math genius charcter. Something about wasting his potential on booze and barfights and how he'd give his left nut to have talent like that. "Sometimes I wish I had never met you. Because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there."
Sometimes I wonder.
Granted, I know most of you don't think that. The disparity ain't that great, and most of what I do with writing I do because I've been writing since I could hold a pen or peck words out on a keyboard. (Actually when I was little apparently I wrote programs on computers that made images of trees, according to my grandfather. I don't ask anymore.) But sometimes I wonder. It's an odd feeling, being told over and over "you're a better writer than I am, go write. Get published. You could do this so easily." And then hearing that movie, hearing some of those speeches to Will about his potential. Just. Odd.
And yes, I'm going to be writing and editing most of today. Before anyone asks or pokes. I see you readying the fingers.