A few days ago, I wrote a post about HDR photography.
Well... not really.
I didn't actually write a post about HDR photography. I started one, but then I checked my email, my messages, surfed Facebook for a few minutes (30 is a few, right?) and when I was finished, I looked up at the screen and yet another post about video games was staring back at me. I have no idea how it got there. I mean, it was late at night and things were kind of fuzzy. As I trudged off to bed, I thought of something that Stephen King wrote:
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Well... not really.
I didn't actually write a post about HDR photography. I started one, but then I checked my email, my messages, surfed Facebook for a few minutes (30 is a few, right?) and when I was finished, I looked up at the screen and yet another post about video games was staring back at me. I have no idea how it got there. I mean, it was late at night and things were kind of fuzzy. As I trudged off to bed, I thought of something that Stephen King wrote:
"I want you to understand that my basic belief about the making of stories is that they pretty much make themselves. The job of the writer is to give them a place to grow... Stories are found things, like fossils in the ground."So I started writing about HDR photography and, in my inbox, discovered the fossil of a post about video games. Then, this morning as I got my daily fix of social networking (sure, I'm addicted to Facebook, and maybe I'm even becoming addicted to Twitter, but there are just so damn many bones in there, waiting to be dug up) I was struck by a tweet from Chuck Wendig, pimping his latest blog post (I'm not stalking you, Chuck. Your stuff is just so damn good). Go ahead. Click the link. I'll wait here.
- Stephen King, On Writing






