{"id":901,"date":"2003-07-28T09:01:00","date_gmt":"2003-07-28T17:01:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=901"},"modified":"2003-07-28T09:01:00","modified_gmt":"2003-07-28T17:01:00","slug":"901","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=901","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font face=\"Arial\" size=\"2\">From &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.theatlantic.com\/issues\/2003\/07\/keillor.htm\">Love Me<\/a> by Garrison Keillor, which I read over lunch:<\/p>\n<div class=\"quote\">He said to me, &#8220;Writers like to think that writing is like Arctic exploration or flying the Atlantic solo, but actually it&#8217;s more like golf. You&#8217;ve got to just do it and be happy. Some writers spend twenty minutes lining up a four-foot putt. Some writers pitch a tent on the green and stay for a week and brood about friction and energy and the gender of their putter. What&#8217;s the problem? Take your shot. It&#8217;s no shame to bogey. Just do it and have a good time. Don&#8217;t base your whole life on worrying about whether you&#8217;re any good or not. If you need to know, you shouldn&#8217;t be playing this game.&#8221; And he tapped the ball and it snaked across the turf and caught the corner of the cup and fell in for a birdie, and he chuckled a low warm chuckle and then it took me four putts to traverse the six feet to the cup, a sort of star-shaped putt, and we trundled off to the clubhouse. Not the greatest round I ever shot, but I am still in the game.<\/div>\n<p>Posted using Blogger&#8217;s new BlogThis! feature. (I hope.)<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From &#8220;Love Me by Garrison Keillor, which I read over lunch: He said to me, &#8220;Writers like to think that writing is like Arctic exploration or flying the Atlantic solo, but actually it&#8217;s more like golf. You&#8217;ve got to just do it and be happy. Some writers spend twenty minutes lining up a four-foot putt. &#8230; <a class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=901\">Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[238],"class_list":["post-901","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/901"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=901"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/901\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=901"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=901"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=901"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}