My friend and colleague Liz Moody recently launched a blog about Kool-Aid and dead fish. It’s worth a visit. One of the blog’s features is a series called Point of Writing, wherein Liz asks people what, in a few sentences, is the purpose of writing. I was delighted to be her first respondent:
I don’t know if these words are wise enough to deserve being rendered as an image. But the question is worth considering from time to time, I think, particularly for young “writers” like myself who might not yet have satisfactorily examined their reasons for embracing the medium of written word.
There’s irony in publishing this response on a blog, the form of writing which typically entails the least rehearsal, refinement, and correction.
Inadvertent Obfuscation 