A few weekends ago I realised that although I have spent much of the year writing and writing, it has been all the wrong kind of writing.

I thought I might have gotten away with it though: day after day, tapping away, all wrong.

Just this once, I thought, I would be earning enough to make giving up my days to the wrongness right.

It was a fallacy of thinking.  I am what I am.  My writing is not simply a knowledge product.  It is what I think, and what I do.  If the writing is too much wrong, too often, then so is the thinking and so becomes the doing, in the end.  As I said: I am what I am.  And I must make the time to do that righter than wronger.

Which makes me feel a bit like a cross between Winnie the Pooh (existential bear philosopher) and Russell Ackoff (organizational theorist and systems god).

But that’s good.

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Posted on November 1, 2016, in Horse racing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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