I am by no means cured. A funny thing about writing is that I find I have to not only trick myself again and again in order to produce certain results (I’ll get into some of these tricks in future posts), but I also have a kind of amnesia when it comes to remembering, Oh, yes, this is how it works. I’m forever a two-year-old, locked in horror and grief at the front entry to the dinosaur hall.
A great piece on writing by Matt Debenham.
I didn’t get the dinosaur hall thing until I read the full piece and then OH MY GOD YES.
I didn’t get the dinosaur hall thing until I read the full piece and then OH MY GOD YES.