Sometimes writing is very much like being Sisyphus
With my recent conversation with Jim Rossi about self-publishing in mind, I turn again to J.R.R. Tolkien, whom I’ve been reading lately because of the publication of his Beowulf translation in May.
Though complete, and though he generated a vast set of notes to go with it, it went into a file cabinet or a desk drawer.
It’s an extraordinary translation. We’re so lucky to have it.
So why the heck didn’t he publish it?
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