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I pressed "like."

I usually love what I'm writing until I read it. Then I want to revise it to the point where I'm pretty sure I'm going to toss the baby out with the bathwater. That's why I need to have some third or fourth party step in and keep me from hacking my work into tiny little pieces but that hasn't turned out so well.

My work's going to end up in landfill, which is ironic given the latest piece of advice my writing's received.

"Just make shit up without worrying where it's going" . . . sounds like my life most of the time.

Loving what you're working on is a positive thing. A very positive thing. It won't crumble and turn into shit. I promise.

(I think I should write that on an index card: It won't crumble and turn into shit. Then put the card on my monitor. I think I need the reminder.)

(Oh, and if you find on rereading it that you don't like it, be careful about that second or third opinion. There are a lot of crazy people out there.)

I could have written this... if I had any talent.


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