“When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.”-O. Henry
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“When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.”-O. Henry
A Small Press Life: Books. Art. Writing. Life. Tea. 
That’s true, but he might have mentioned that love can be “a dog from hell”.
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Especially when your love is writing.
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Don’t you think it’s a bit of a chicken and egg question. I think writers are formed from an early age, it’s the perspective that creates the writer; so the manner in which a writer loves is inseparable from their being a writer–with a possibly different perspective on love. Which can be unfortunate for the object of a writer’s love (not the writing, the people). I’m speaking about myself, of course.
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There’s truth to that for me as well, except the possibly different perspective on love has not been unfortunate for my people. Perhaps I should be thankful for that.
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I’m no good at partnering, mainly because I choose partners who will treat me not too well. I see something familiar in them and think it to be intimacy. But it’s no such thing.
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Well, I don’t have the best history in that regard. Or didn’t, until The Chef came along. He is thoroughly un-sucky, which is high praise from me.
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That’s a great thing. I’ve given up trying.
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It is, 97% of the time. That’s better than I thought it could be. The world is enormous and weird; you never know what will happen, or when. Especially after you have given up trying.
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For someone who’s cited Dotty Parker’s Resume among her favourites, you sure is optimistic.
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I am optimistic. And pessimistic. And jaded, cynical, cheery, hopeful, positive, surly, kind…Complexity is a beautiful thing.
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Then you might find this, or maybe my response to it, interesting:
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