Cerbero -> =MECH/AUTH= In front of the computer (2/9/2010 14:25:04)
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Greetings, Legends and Lore. It's been a long time. Several days ago, I was skimming through a somewhat old newspaper and idly thinking to myself of just how predictable the collective behavior and its consequences became... when I stumbled into a rather appealing column written by Paulo Coelho, known for pieces such as "The Alchemist", "The Zahir" and "Eleven Minutes", among others. What began as a disinterested search for something to divert my attention suddenly became a rather intent reading, despite the relatively short column. I would like to note that there are several aspects of Paulo Coelho's philosophy that I do not particularly agree with, but this one article managed to catch my interest. The process of writing is greatly dependent on one's will and capacity to balance it with the other activities one deals with on a daily basis. Such becomes increasingly difficult to those with overexerted schedules and exponentially so to those with stressful lives - While I will grant that they can help in the sense of inspiration, it can pose one too many blocks as well. It is also worth clarifying that I have no rights whatsoever over this article(All due copyright information is detailed below), and that the original version is not originally written in English. I translated it myself as I thought it might draw interest like it did mine, and perhaps make for an equally interesting discussion on the experience of writing as well as of this particular perspective. quote:
In front of the computer Writing a book is one of the loneliest tasks in the world. Once every two years, I sit down in front of the computer, look towards the unknown sea of my soul and see that there are some islands there: Certain ideas that have developed and are ready to be explored. Then I get on my ship (Named Word) and decide to sail to the nearest one. On the way, I shall face currents, tempests, but continue rowing, exhausted, now conscious that the island to which I intended to arrive is no longer in my horizon. At this moment several scenes cross my head, such as spending the rest of my life commenting on the successes of the past, or criticizing new writers because I do not find the courage to publish anymore. But was it not my dream to be a writer? Then I must continue to write phrases, paragraphs, chapters, writing until death, without letting myself be paralyzed by neither success nor defeat nor the other snares. Otherwise, what is the sense of my life? I decide: Better start right now. And the process of the first book repeats one more time. I wake up at nine in the morning with the intention of sitting down to write as soon as I finish breakfast. I read the newspapers. I go out to walk. I go to the bar to chat a little with people. I come back and remember that I have to phone a series of people. I look at the computer out of the corner of my eye, but it’s already time to eat. While I eat a sandwich, I don’t stop thinking about what I should be writing. Dinner time nears and then, to unload my conscience, I wonder if I should write, at least for a half hour. I start out of obligation but, suddenly, “the thing” takes over my will and I don’t manage to stop anymore. The help calls. I ask her not to interrupt me. One hour later, she calls again. I’m hungry, but before, just one more line. When I sit at the table, the dish is cold. I have dinner quickly and return. Now I cannot control my thoughts anymore. I am coming across with matters I had never dreamed of. I drink coffee, I drink more coffee and by two in the morning I stop because my eyes are tired. I lie down, spend another hour taking notes I want to use in the next paragraph. I promise to myself that I’ll start writing at eleven in the morning the next day. And the next day, the exact same thing occurs again. Walk, conversation, food, guilt, anger, struggle with the first page, etcetera. But that is how it works. There is no other way. Column "Frente a la Computadora" written by Paulo Coelho, published in the “Viva” supplement of “Clarín” newspaper on Sunday, January 17 2010, copyright of said edition by Grupo Clarín. Intellectual property registry number 1759, MCS. With no more delay, I leave you with a quote from The Alchemist, relevant perhaps to the tendency to wrongly call routine "Fate" and let it sweep us around. "At a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what's happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That's the world's greatest lie."
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