I await the coming of the Incan Monkey God. His simple yet poetic language inspires me.
Failing that, I go back and rewrite something an editor foolishly bought from me. I get so worked up about how bad it is that I HAVE to write something better. On something particulary good I can get past the second paragraph before flying into overdrive.
Stonehand Jack
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I've never finished anything but occasionally people take what I'm working on away...
[edited because you should never write while under the influence of cold medicine]
