Fame and More

I think I'm finally closing in on the piece that I'm gonna read if I ever get back to the writers' group at the LPL. You know, so that I can have another 10 minutes of that ego-inflating fame that local wannabe writers so ardently crave.

But hey, I look at it this way. Since I've already done this on two previous occasions, one more will make a total of 30 minutes. Which is exactly double the 15 minute standard for delusional egomania.

So, in a world where more is, well, more... apparently I've got it.

LPK
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2.27.2012 (a)

Behind Schedule

I'd allowed myself to be comforted, recently, by Hadley Richardson's description of Ernest Hemingway's literary output during their early days in Paris. (Hadley Richardson was Hemingway's first wife.)

She's quoted by Gioia Diliberto in Paris Without End where Diliberto writes, "Each evening, Ernest read Hadley everything he had written. His daily output was usually small. Sometimes, 'there was just one line that he could hold on to,' she said."

Then, it occurred to me. Ernest'd had his fame, and committed suicide, by the time he was 61. I'm clearly behind schedule...

LPK
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2.27.2012 (b)