I'm a slow writer. I just put the finishing touches on a story I began nearly eighteen months ago.
I like to let 'em sit on the back burner and simmer.
I'm a lazy writer. More often than not, I'd rather dink around with punctuation than cut to the chase.
I'm beginning to see a pattern here.
And still I wonder why the cheques have stopped arriving.
Then there's the novel.
Like a slow, almost imperceptible suicide. Done in ink. In the near dark. And the narrator's voice, angry, saying get the fuck on with it.
I can spend an afternoon sharpening pencils.
3 months ago