Tuesday, June 27, 2017
A Writer's Life
I have no idea what
will happen when I write. One night I wrote effortlessly for hours, churning
out one brilliant paragraph after another. The next morning, I reviewed my work
and, realizing I had produced nearly two thousand words of mediocre crap, threw
it all away. A week later I felt uninspired and lazy, but forced myself to
write anyway. I struggled through every sentence, tearing each unruly word from
my obstinate brain until an edge of hopelessness crept into my psyche. I awoke
the next day with few expectations, but upon rereading my improbable effort
discovered some of the best prose I had ever created.
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