Aphorism #1

The Daimon: Pour your soul out. Bleed words. Every entry something vital, as though to mark something deep and personal and vivid on a blank page. Feel the satisfaction as you pour out and the page fills up, no longer blank and intimidating, but an undeniable marker that there was indeed an author.

How long should it take to learn that writing doesn't work that way? No doubt my postmodern friends are in a lather to remind me that the author is dead. Well, Nietzsche said the same of God, but you'd never catch him getting all giddy about it. As it is with gods, so too is it with authors--though they die, they also linger.