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Yes, that’s exactly what I mean
November 1, 2006
“I wish I could write more.”
“Then write more.”
“I don’t have time.”
“Make time.”
“What do you want me to do? Be a recluse? Give up all of my social ties? Slowly lose contact with my family? Move to a log shack in the middle of the woods and spend so much time focused on words and letters that I eventually become a basket case and not care about any of the benefits that come with being published because I’m going to die a depressed, lonely, struggling author? You think I should be a writer like that?”
“What, you mean a good one?”
“Touché.”
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