“Against them, my son, be warned! The making of many books is without limit.”
I came across that quote from Ecclesiastes in my travels. I am fully aware that its message might rain on the parade of the aspiring writers out there, perhaps dampen their spirits, discourage them. Well, too bad.
It’s from the book of Ecclesiastes, written in the second or third century B.C., as seen here in the Dead Sea Scrolls, which I had the pleasure to see a few years ago. Not very encouraging words for the writers – as it comes from a period of history when books were on written on parchment scrolls and tablets, and I mean real stone tablets. Already there were too many books! This fact of life, this over-abundance of books, definitely has to temper one’s literary ambitions, or at least put them into perspective!
Nevertheless and all the same, everbody (well, an awful lot of people) wants to write and everyone (well a lot ’em) wants to be a writer. They want to tell their story so much. Of course, every now and then a Henry Miller comes along. But usually not. Most of us are not geniuses, or even know how to spell geniuses, or is it genii? But we try. We write. We want so to be heard. Personally, I’ve written three short novels, and you can obtain them at Bumba Books or Amazon at very low prices. However, I have no plans to start another. For sure I’m not going to write it on parchment. Not again! Perhaps I’ll try an epub book. Or maybe I’ll just go down to the pub. Yeah, that sounds better.
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