tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178279.post114900648276389656..comments2024-03-28T05:13:13.921-04:00Comments on Books, Inq. — The Epilogue: Second thoughts ...Frank Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410473158808750903noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178279.post-1149064511688114272006-05-31T04:35:00.000-04:002006-05-31T04:35:00.000-04:00It's been difficult to comment here lately, Frank....It's been difficult to comment here lately, Frank. You keep putting up topics I agree with and I don't want to keep coming in with "I agree! I agree! Amazing! You're so right!" I'll look like a sycophant and we can't have that. But on this one I can't stay out. I wish I could say that writing wasn't fun and was easily equivalent to, say, repaving Fifth Avenue in the middle of August, but it's not. Everything takes effort to do well, even if it's just a hobby, but if someone writes well enough to make a living at it, then I don't think they've got any cause for complaint because it's a really nice way of making a living. You can set your own schedule, work from home. Plus you get to tell everyone what your opinion is without having to listen to them tell you why it's rubbish (unless of course, you're blogging, in which case for your own pride you do have to 'entertain challenges' and respond accordingly, but hell, that's fun too!).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178279.post-1149017554039702152006-05-30T15:32:00.000-04:002006-05-30T15:32:00.000-04:00Hear hear, Frank, I would far rather spend a day w...Hear hear, Frank, I would far rather spend a day writing than painting a wall or shovelling coal.Maxine Clarkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06628509319992204770noreply@blogger.com