Scribing, blogging, baking in hot cars. Not riding. It’s all the same. See?
If all the trees in all the woods were men;
And each and every blade of grass a pen;
If every leaf on every shrub and tree
Turned to a sheet of foolscap; every sea
Were changed to ink, and all earth’s living tribes
Had nothing else to do but act as scribes,
And for ten thousand ages, day and night,
The human race should write, and write, and write,
Till all the pens and paper were used up,
And the huge inkstand was an empty cup,
Still would the scribblers clustered round its brink
Call for more pens, more paper, and more ink.
Oliver Wendell Holmes
cacoethes scribendi, Latin, often translated as the ungovernable, insatiable urge to write, can also be interpreted as the latinization of the Greek, kakos, meaning bad and ethes, meaning character or disposition. I’m just going to leave that alone.
Along the same lines:
A website by the name cacoethes scribendi, a premier venue for online publishing seeks submissions from the more prolific and talented writers around. Knock yourselves out!
There is a blogger by the name of cacoethes scribendi, but he hasn’t posted in a very, very long time. Dude, either fork over the cool name, or start posting!
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