I tend to wax eloquent. I get carried away and often overstate things. When it comes to writing—I love to emphasis the wonder, the poetry, the magic of writing. I love all the goosebumpy things. But forsooth. I also live in the ordinary-run-of-the-mill-must-get-the-writing-done-soon world. I know that not everything I’ve written has come from the muses. Some articles have come out of sheer frustration. I’ve written many things with a kind of constipation-of-words approach. The words didn’t come. The words didn’t come. The words didn’t come. But I simply wrote until they came (in this case deadlines and bosses and people who make you write—bless their nazi-souls) are great aids.
The greatest writing advice I was ever given. “What is the secret of writing? The secret of writing is sitting on your ass and doing it.”
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