If the seventies were bulbous, and the eighties sharp, the nineties were nothing but bogus.
Will SelfWhat fiction offers us is an intimacy shorn of the messy contingencies of human existence - gender, race, class or age. Those moments of transcendence when we exclaim "You know exactly what I mean!" depend for much of their force on the anonymous character of the intimacy between writer and reader.
Will SelfDon't look back until you've written an entire draft, just begin each day from the last sentence you wrote the preceeding day. This prevents those cringing feelings, and means that you have a substantial body of work before you get down to the real work which is all in . . . The edit.
Will SelfThe cynics are correct the sense of freewill is only that feeling which we have when we take the necessitated option that most appeals to us.
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