Diverting the internal traffic between the Writer as Angel of Light and the Writer as Hustler is that scribbling child in a grown-up body wondering if anybody is listening.
That quote, for me as a writer, is SO perfect that I'm ashamed not to have heard of its author, Herbert Gold, lifelong friend of Allen Ginsberg (phew, I HAVE heard of him!) and described as 'elder statesman of the beat generation.'
Writer as Angel of Light...
by Simeon Solomon, 1895
Writer as Hustler...(so absolutely not me)
That scribbling child in a grown up body...
Now, all that's left for me to ask is: Is anyone listening?