For years I’ve wondered why I’m not a famous writer. I mean, I seem to have all the ingredients: proficiency with language and sincerity of emotion, a romantic worldview coupled with a healthy disdain for humanity, and of course the crippling depression. The formula has worked for so many others. Faulkner and Fitzgerald are universal. [...]
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Striking Out
If you don’t know by now, you’ll soon figure it out: Hollywood writers are going on strike. I’m interested in this for a few reasons, none of them sensical, and not least of which is the temptation to join them–out of solidarity, of course–and call it quits on NaNoWriMo. First of all, this means that [...]