Mario Vargas Llosa once told me that “there are no bad experiences for a writer,” and that applies to blogging, too.
Witness this (via Althouse): The Curious Case of the Spontaneously Ruptured Spleen:
Anyway, as freaked out as I was, the one thing that made me happy (I laughed out loud as I was doing it, actually) was to take out my phone and start taking pictures of myself, knowing that this was bloggable material. And if I told myself that I would have something interesting to blog about, that I had something to look forward to, and that I still had something to write, then there was absolutely no reason to die.
Call this a good way of distracting myself, or call it silly self-indulgence, but it worked. I calmed down. The doctor came back half an hour later to tell me that I wasn’t going to die, but they wanted to keep me overnight for observation.
Writing is a vocation – you do it because you must.
And better yet, you can blog it.
Get well soon, Zachary.
