I blame Dad. He’s a physicist (among many other things), and he is never, ever bored. He always finds the puzzle, always searches for the solution to it, always asks “why.” I seem to have acquired this trait as well. While for him it produced a scientist, for me it produced a writer (among many other things). People usually think science and arts as coming from two completely different places, two thoroughly disparate types of people. I don’t think so.
[pullquote hidden=”true”]Wonder is the mother of curiosity; curiosity is the murderess of boredom.[/pullquote]
They both begin with exactly the same questions: “why?” “what if?” Then both imagine the possible answers, observe what they see very closely, and write up what they find. The scientist focuses more on the measurable data, but the writer applies the same idea to what she observes in human behavior: “is what I write true to what I see?”
I think old Walt here has it right. The world is a fascinating place full of intriguing people, glorious journeys, and compelling questions. Wonder is the mother of curiosity; curiosity is the murderess of boredom.
[tweetthis]How are scientists and writers the same?[/tweetthis]
[tweetthis]Wonder is the mother of curiosity; curiosity is the murderess of boredom. [/tweetthis]
[tweetthis]When you’re curious, you find lots of interesting things to do ~Walt Disney[/tweetthis]