We all know someone who has new ideas AND who is great in thinking & expressing them. Thus we harass her/him this way : “Write a book!“.
More, these thinkers are exhausting, because along the conversations you have with them, you realize (and they too – pardon my French) that they have not one book but two or three books ready in their stubborn head.
But it’s worse, because life is life, people around are not very supportive, one run out of gas, one is empty, tired, parked or/and forgotten. Therefore no writing and no books – even if you whisper “Fiddlesticks!” to their busy bee ear, bzz bzz…
I just discovered “Fiddlesticks” (I suppose it sounds vintage and probably southern, right?) and I like it so much I’ll put it everywhere in this blog for a few days, sorryyy…
What is worse indeed?
- The person who really deadly WANTS to write a book and never writes it?
- The person who writes a book, which is published and nobody buys it?
- The person who has success with a published book – which is crap?
- Or a thinker full of ideas and visions, who verbalizes them when you’re present, and writes nothing, and will die with the whole package?
Endearing, but “people should come to their own realizations”…
When do you begin?
Have a nice day!