Man, this blog is so god damned Daily it could run for Mayor of Chicago.

Truman Capote famously said of Jack Kerouac's On the Road, "That isn't writing; it's typing." That quip has been in my head recently, as I've been doing a fair amount of writing/typing myself.

(Side note: When I was in twelfth grade visiting colleges, I met some outlandishly hot sophomore girl at a party at Kenyon, and she was going on and on about Trollope or Proust or someone. And then she asked me what the last great book I read was, and I said On the Road, which I thought was a perfectly respectable choice, and then the girl said, "Oh, you'll grow out of that," and I hated her for saying it. I still do. I still like On the Road. So there, whatever-your-name-was.)

(Side Note 2: I remember her name. I just don't want her to google herself and then email me a pretentious email where she attacks my fondness for On the Road.)

But anyway: Truman Capote could have stood to learn a thing or two from Kerouac about typing. I love Capote's books and stories (particularly In Cold Blood), but the guy spent the last decade of his life pretending to be writing some fabulous big literary novel that he hardly worked on. Writing is hard work, for sure--but Capote knew as well as anyone that typing ain't easy, either.

Okay, back to it. The fingers on the keys. Typing. And, God willing, writing too.