In my head I have a quote I attribute to Rod Serling:

A writer writes.

I love The Twilight Zone. I still do. I saw It’s a Good Life at age 11 and was scared as much as I could be scared. Later I acquired a book called The Twilight Zone Companion which featured synopses of the episodes and other production background. I would mark the episodes I had seen. There was no way I knew to watch old episodes but on television, in syndication.

A writer writes.

That quote among the oldest quotes in my head. I have not so far found a source. The quote is not on Rod Serling’s Wikiquote page or on his Good Reads page as of right now. Maybe he said it. Maybe not. Maybe it’s apocryphal. Or truncated. Or misremembered. I can’t say. I’d love to be corrected on the quote.

Young me liked things which were pithy and zen-like. “A writer writes.” might be my edit of a larger quote. Or maybe it was said in The Twilight Zone. Or I’m misremembering it all. Apocrypha or not, it’s great. It appeals to me the same way golf-clubs vs golf-books thought experiment appeals to me.

And so, action.

A writer writes.

Part of a traditional Homebrew Website Club is “a quiet writing period followed by discussion” (see HWC). That’s something we did in the HWC events gRegor and I co-organized pre-COVID.

The excuse to write is always worth taking. And an event with other folks who write, or want to write, or used to write, that’s great stuff. The “writing” page on the IndieWeb wiki has a lot of great links and thoughts. I am planning to attend Homebrew Website Club – Writing Edition (a Zoom event) on October 8th, 2024.

Homebrew Website Club – Writing Edition is about the writing part of being on the web. So no matter who you are, if you write and you publish your writing on your website (no matter what type of writing) or you would be interested in doing this, this meetup is for you.

James is hosting this one. He’s thoughtful about writing. Read a piece of his from June. An excerpt:

Perhaps there are seasons of writing, like how the seasons effect my rose. My feeling earlier this week could be equated to spring: I was excited for the opportunity ahead, but there was nothing in particular I wanted to say. I wanted to be, to enjoy the time. Then there are the periods where I sit down and write, when I have many ideas and can articulate them on paper, whether in notes, poetry, essays, or blog posts.

See you there.