The incredibly big fat book of big fat things

Oct 18, 2003 23:13

I wanted to write a novel. I still do. But the one I wanted to write would be THE novel. You know, the one I believed all authors aspired to write. And therein lay the problem. The only novel I could hope to write was one which pleased me beyond anything else, even my favourite stuff by other people. so I figure I'm gonna try and deal with the ( Read more... )

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when the woman downstairs starved herself to death anonymous November 3 2003, 00:54:35 UTC
If you write *the* novel, tho, you can never write a second one and you shall become o-so-the-catcher-in-the-rye-guy (is that how you spell catcher?) sorry ... have become hyper and delerius (i *likes* that spelling damnit!) due to flue and lack of sleep ... will exit.

gracelessly.

sweet sunflower

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