The other day I was up at the Drake University library. It's small for a University but it has a lot of character. I was wandering from shelf to shelf, hunting a place to park myself for the afternoon to study. All those books. It was very ponderous. I came across a shelf that had the collected writings of some famous American politician - I don't remember the name of the guy. His collected writings were in about 24 volumes spread across almost 2 shelves. That is a lot of writing. How much is it? On my LDS mission I averaged a page a day of hand written pages, I think at the end I had something like 750 pages for the two years. I should get back into that. Not here on the Internet, of course. None of my personal journal writing would go on the Internet. I would only want "my writings" to become generally available if I became famous. And before I let them go I would cleanse them. Yep, that's right: I would clean out all the stuff that I wouldn't want others to read. I believe in that, yessiree! So - supposing that the average "my writings" book would contain 350 pages and if my writing is not as compact as that - suppose I would be able to use 1.5 pages of my writing for a page of "my writings", then my mission writings would be one book - I would imagine I would cull probably 150 pages out. So - suppose I am capable of somewhat coherent writing until I am 75, roughly 40 years from now, including the 2 years from my mission, I would have 21 books to contain "my writings." Of course, I would be able to write much more than that, I think, typing. I can write a page of text (single spaced) in a few minutes of concentrated work. That would mean that I could have about 365 pages - or one volume - every single year. That would be 41 volumes! Ha! Ponder that, you dead famous American politician! Of course, if that fellow had had the same tools that I have to hand, maybe he would have turned out 200 volumes. You have to respect the working ethic of any person who can handwrite 24 volumes of text during their life, all with goose quills or whatever they had. Good grief! And no doubt the fellow was mostly writing business and government stuff. I wouldn't be doing either - in fact, I plan on making up most of what I write. Yep - I am a fiction writer. Unpublished, of course. And with no particular ambitions to become published. I had them when I was younger. No longer for me, those ambitions. I like to write but I won't pine over unpublished work, becoming bitter with the rejections that would only hurt if that was my main concern. My feeling about that is that I will write what I write and if by chance it captures some editor's attention and by chance it becomes profitable, well and good. Triple well and good! But that pursuit would only be in the interest of a hobby. Some hobbies pay off in monetary ways, most do not. I harbor no illusions, I think. I believe I am a good writer - not great - but I know that there are thousands, nay, hundreds of thousands of good and better writers. I suppose that would be another reason to write a lot, and keep track of it. I would think that a person who wrote a volume of "my writings" per year would eventually become a better writer. Even so good as to catch the eye of the popular press. Don't get me wrong, harboring no illusions does not mean blinding oneself to eventual and possible success.
All bleeding stops eventually.
Random stuff, hopefully more about surgical residency than anything else.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Almost forgot my password!
I am studying for the ACS Organic Chemistry final. It will be very difficult. I have purchased the study guide - paid extra in order to have it sooner, the more day with which to study it.
I put away my game. I found that I was playing too much.
Sometimes I have my doubts. If I do not get a B in Organic Chemistry I have a difficult time believing that I will succeed in getting into a medical school, regardless of my MCAT score. The best I can do is keep plugging away. Maybe I will need to take it again next year. Wouldn't that be a treat!! Bomi would not be pleased. Then again, maybe she would be. That would be another year to pay off debt and work on the basement, I suppose. I would be pretty disappointed. I do not believe that I would be happy giving up.
Back to work!