Thursday, September 10, 2009


Samuel Johnson was born in September of 1709 in Lichfield, Staffordshire, England. He is known for writing the Dictionary of the English Language, published in 1755, which some consider to have had a great influence on modern English. He wrote more than just the lexicon, of course, beginning his writing career by writing essays for The Gentleman's Magazine.

I bring this up today because I ran across a quote from him.

"No man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money."

I've thought a lot about this over the past couple of days and I think he is right. I mean, the man wrote a dictionary, for crying out loud. It took him nine years. That is pretty smart, don't you think?

I've decided I do not want to be a blockhead. I sit at my computer, day after day, pounding out these blog entries and I haven't made one dime from them. So, I'd really appreciate it if you'd send me a dollar every time you read one of my postings. Because I'm really very generous, as well as fair-minded, if you only log in by mistake and click off again in five seconds or less, you may send only two bits.

Thanks, Mr. Johnson. We learn from history.

(If you leave a nice comment about what a terrific writer I am, I would consider that a fair barter and accept it in lieu of cash)


  1. This blog is getting rather highbrow, don't you think? Samuel Johnson? You're quoting Samuel Johnson? I think you're mistaken anyway. The term "blockhead" was not used in literature until the 1950's...and then by Charles Schultz. I believe the correct quote is, "YOU'RE A BLOCKHEAD, CHARLIE BROWN!"

  2. Karen, I'm pretty sure you still owe me the dollar. :)

  3. If you haven't already, visit Lichfield. A city by vitue of its lovely three spied cathedral,

  4. J.G., I'd love to visit Lichfield. Wish I could go for Mr. Johnson's 300th birthday next Friday. Perhaps if you were to send me a dollar? (wink)

    (How DID he make a living writing? It hasn't worked for me.)

    Thank you for visiting my blog. I appreciate you even without a dollar.

  5. Did you get my dollar? Or, was it three...I think I bought you lunch at our pre-read, or was that breakfast? I'm getting real life and fiction life confused. Save me from writing so I can have a real career and make real money.

  6. The First Carol, being my pre-read critique mentor, is excused from paying the dollar because I could not have finished the book without her valuable input.

    So I guess that would mean I still owe you the money for the pre-read breakfast, huh?

  7. Nah, 'owe' for sure not. You can buy me coffee sometime, or dessert, or chocolate, or...


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