Rain, rain, go away

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Thank you, Colson Whitehead, for this frank and funny take on what it means to be a writer working and living in Brooklyn these days (hint: it doesn't mean much of anything, in and of itself). We've become a kind of default--not to mention irritatingly monolithic--shorthand for being "writerly," and for those of us who either have spent a significant amount of time here or take our work seriously enough to avoid annoying marketing trends, Whitehead's sufficiently exasperated edict serves as a refreshing corrective.



Burnt Offerings
Latest words: 1327
Total word count: 3631
Locale: Brooklyn Writers Space
Random line: "I didn't want you to be afraid," she says, and her tone is suddenly indignant, as if I've asked an unfathomably stupid question.