My Friend, the Doctor, said…
Years ago, as I was watching the big kids talk about writing on usenet, I found a guy by the name of Dr. Zen, and I fell in love with his wit, charm, and wisdom from nearly the first word I read by him. I think it was something he’d written about a red-nosed cunt.
I remember watching him take pains to make some point, and then he’d be blasted by some fool wanting to be correct. The pains the Good Dr. took to patiently explain just exactly why the criticism was foolish begat yet another seige of idiot jibberish from someone unwilling, or unable to see, another point of view which offered a fresh, and unique solution.
Recently the Good Doctor offered a writing workshop which I participated in online. It’s still open to anyone interested in participating in the exercise. I suggest if you enjoy writing, that you participate, just as I would suggest you use a parachute if you’ll jump from an airplane.
As I have read Dr. Zen over the years, I have been richly rewarded with not only wisdom, and wit but also with a friend, and a fan. I feel humbled in the presence of anyone who reads me, but to find someone who found me, really rather on his own, and enjoys what I write I have no other words but to say thanks a million times. For what better gift may one offer to a writer than to read what that author has written?
Read Dr Zen. It’s a gift to him,
and a gift to you.
Maybe what the Doctor tells me
isn’t altogether true
but I love every tale he tells me
I don’t know any better ones, do you?
My friend the Doctor says
the world is full of fantasy
and who are you and I to disagree?
-Lyrics: Leslie Bricusse from Doctor Dolittle, 1967
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Okay,
Father Luke
