I had the experience of a monk copying documents, applying myself assiduously to my work. And I thought whatever happened, happened - this is just what I do in my life.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My works are an imitation of my own past and present.
I was now ordered to have my writings copied, and put into the printer's hand.
Without sounding too pretentious, I feel my job is almost like becoming a monk or a nun - it's a calling.
You can't really copy what I do because I don't do anything.
Certainly the plagiarism, and dealing with the fallout of it, was the most difficult thing I've ever faced since I started writing.
I did not compose my work as one might put on a church vestment... rather it sprung from the truly fervent faith of my heart, such as I have felt it since my childhood.
The year after I graduated college I had a job in a library. When people underlined passages in the library books, or made notes in the margins, the books were sent to me. I erased the lines and the notes. Yes, that was my job.
I was an accomplished computer trespasser. I don't consider myself a thief. I copied without permission.
I don't keep any copy of my books around... they would embarass me. When I finish writing my books, I kick them in the belly, and have done with them.
You can't copy anybody and end with anything. If you copy, it means you're working without any real feeling.