He says write only when you have the urge, otherwise don’t waste your and other’s time, and don’t kill trees. He also says there are no rules and that as a writer, you make your own rules. He is one of the best I’ve seen, and one I look forward to reading. Sadly, the last bit isn’t going to happen in a hurry. Firstly because I’ve more or less given up reading; and secondly because his books are way out of my wallet’s reach. It seems almost like a conspiracy to make literature elitist, a domain exclusive to those high-headed, arrogant intellectuals who are too full of themselves to be tolerable.
I concede that it may be an ill-founded accusation but I believe I should be excused for I feel so let down, betrayed. We know it’s not a fair world-there’s unequal distribution of wealth, happiness and just about everything else-but this common piece of knowledge doesn’t make the fact any easier to accept.
It sucks that I can’t buy a book i so want to buy/read/get signed. It sucks that i have to spend my parents' money and don't have enough of my own. Also, it sucks that i can't see things through to their logical conclusion and lose the drive mid-way, much like this post.
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