{"id":1707,"date":"2025-03-27T07:59:00","date_gmt":"2025-03-27T11:59:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/casit.bgsu.edu\/marblog\/?p=1707"},"modified":"2025-03-27T08:18:50","modified_gmt":"2025-03-27T12:18:50","slug":"essay-on-the-writers-journey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/casit.bgsu.edu\/marblog\/essay-on-the-writers-journey\/","title":{"rendered":"Personal Essay: The Writer\u2019s Journey No. 8"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>By Garret Miller<\/p>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-full is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/casit.bgsu.edu\/marblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/image.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"580\" height=\"387\" src=\"https:\/\/casit.bgsu.edu\/marblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/image.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1419\" style=\"width:280px;height:auto\" srcset=\"https:\/\/casit.bgsu.edu\/marblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/image.png 580w, https:\/\/casit.bgsu.edu\/marblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/image-300x200.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 580px) 100vw, 580px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p>Years ago, I occupied a warehouse for most hours of light. Me and a gaggle of burnouts huddled in the hulls of trailers, dolleying off packaged furniture for assembly and distribution\u2014 and I\u2019m unsure that I\u2019ve worked an honest day since the summer eve I marked my last. I moved on from the warehouse, taut and frayed, and dressed deer until I couldn\u2019t stand the smell any longer. It took one day. Then it was maintenance work in a nursing home, and on the easiest days, I\u2019d change a lightbulb. The old blinked between life and death. I thought I may as well have been butchering.<br>Yes, the scent of processed deer, like stale blood, is intolerable. Worse perhaps, but human and essential and thus endurable, are the wings of a nursing home wherein lie the dying. Many times I\u2019ve walked the halls, heard each knell that marked life, the wet coughs and vague moans, and found in their lapsed silence the simple truth that is suffering. I\u2019ve a good friend who tells me that truth is an illusion\u2014and perhaps it is, but at least this is honest.<br>I teach now, but I do not work\u2026 still I grow tired of the speechmaking, the prescriptive, the arrogant hopefulness and laze of it all. On the topic of THE WRITER\u2019S JOURNEY, here goes: there is never much worth saying. There\u2019s even less to write down. The world has sent me where it pleased, pocked me as it has you, and surely, this will never change. There are some fragments of experience that affect me in profound ways, as there are for you, and in the selfish pursuit that is writing, we dwell. This is fine. The sooner you come to terms with feeling the better. I\u2019ve learned that poetry is prayer\u2026 only it still works when faith runs dry. Futile, perhaps, but we all must pass the time somehow. Enough speechmaking. Thoreau loved walks, \u201cjourneys\u201d, and his mother loved doing his laundry. That\u2019s a truth that is also an illusion. One resident I was passingly fond of, Ernest, loved Thoreau (false, but he may as well have) and never believed I could fix his sink. He shared a room alongside his wife in Payne, Ohio. You have to be able to rely on yourself, he told me, self-reliance. And I nodded. The leak was as simple as a loose pipe nut. He died a few weeks after his wife.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Garret Miller Years ago, I occupied a warehouse for most hours of light. 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