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a man slumped on his desk, from 'The Sleep of Reason Produces
      Monsters'

Oblomovka

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Mon Aug 20 20:37:00 2001

I’m attempting to return to the point where I enjoy writing. This may involve some work. But then writing for me has always involved a lot of work, ever since – well, ever since I started getting paid for it. You wouldn’t believe how much I struggle over even a few sentences, and often for very little obvious improvement. I truly envy people like Avedon Carol and Richard Kadrey who can write beautifully coherent arguments online at terrifying speed, before logging off and doing their real, paid, writing work.

I’m presuming a little. Maybe they fret as much. Prose appears fully formed, ex nihilo, with no clear idea of how it forms. Except in IRC. I remember being very disturbed when I watched over the shoulder of somebody I knew on IRC, regularly spilling out complete sentences into a channel at a speed I can’t even think at, let alone write.

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