I started a new novel. I’m excited. I was texting a friend earlier about how I pump out words, and how another writing friend of mine(who is such a great writer) says he writes slowly, and takes forever to put down x amount of words. I guess the speed doesn’t really matter. I don’t know why I put things down quickly. I get a lot out. I guess I just take the advice of Neil Gaiman, saying as a young writer, just write. I’m trying my hardest to just write, and do that, and take his advice. This is kind of my online journal I like to put some thoughts down onto. I’ve been reading and watching youtube interviews of great writers that have good things to say about writing, and life for that matter. They’re really entertaining–give you a good feeling inside, almost like what you’re doing is some sort of noble cause. I don’t treat is as a noble cause. I guess I think it’s sort of arrogant, yet, it is a noble cause, or some sort of elevated cause, to take a stance and become a writer. English majors get the question: so do you want to teach? or just the outright statement of the ultimate idiot: so you want to teach. No, I don’t. I want to write.
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