{"id":137,"date":"2008-12-28T01:22:44","date_gmt":"2008-12-28T05:22:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/yugflog.com\/blog\/?p=137"},"modified":"2008-12-28T01:22:44","modified_gmt":"2008-12-28T05:22:44","slug":"for-whom-i-write","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/yugflog.com\/blog\/2008\/12\/for-whom-i-write\/","title":{"rendered":"For Whom I Write"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Hemingway said once:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\nI believe that basically you write for two people; yourself to try to make it absolutely perfect; or if not that then wonderful; Then you write for who you love whether she can read or write or not and whether she is alive or dead.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I agree with this even if I don&#8217;t know who I love at the time or if I feel that no one is currently in love with me. If I am writing there must be someone out there who either loves me for what I write or loves the simple fact that I write. <\/p>\n<p>If I&#8217;m not writing for someone else &#8211; someone who loves me &#8211; then I am writing for myself. I am usually trying to perfect some distant memory or mash together what&#8217;s left over of my past to make sense of it. When I look back at my life most things that seemed complicated at the time are now decidedly straightforward &#8211; the slow fade of life. There is always more than I remember. The &#8220;more&#8221; is what I satisfy with my writing. Whether it is exact, perfect, non-fiction, or the exact opposite doesn&#8217;t matter. What matters is what I want to remember and how I choose to share it.<\/p>\n<p>So, yeah. I can agree with Hemingway. I write to perfect my life. I write for the woman I love. I may even be writing or you. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hemingway said once: I believe that basically you write for two people; yourself to try to make it absolutely perfect; or if not that then wonderful; Then you write for who you love whether she can read or write or not and whether she is alive or dead. I agree with this even if I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[26,3],"tags":[1158,66],"class_list":["post-137","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-writing","category-our-experiences","tag-writing","tag-hemingway"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/yugflog.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/yugflog.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/yugflog.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/yugflog.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/yugflog.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=137"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/yugflog.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":139,"href":"http:\/\/yugflog.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137\/revisions\/139"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/yugflog.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=137"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/yugflog.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=137"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/yugflog.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=137"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}