Sidetracked by Paul Graham’s essay on ‘How To Do What You Love’ which seems to be hurtling through my LJ friends list this evening. Also read deannahoak‘s recent entry about How To Be Nice to Your Copy Editor and, coupled with a couple of days from my Daily Zen Desk Calendar (a bit behind there too), I seem to have hit some synergistic point. Every word matters, you know, and too often I’m thinking about the ones at the bottom of the paragraph when my fingers are somewhere in the middle. Same goes for reading. I’m scanning ahead to the end of the line while my brain is still pronouncing that two syllable monster leading off the row.

Maybe it’s been all that caffeine I’ve been drinking. 😉

Anyway, have a quote from the Gospel of Thomas that I’ve been hanging on to today. “Have you found the beginning, then, that you are looking for the end? You see, the end will be where the beginning is.” This is the life books take on when you start to build them. They become serpents which become circles, and it isn’t necessarily my job to say where they start and where they end. I simply chronicle this word. And the next. And the next.