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March 17, 2004



Keep on limbering up those writing muscles. Reminds me of the scene from "Finding Forrester" where Sean Connery is talking to the kid, coaxing him to just write.

Must be strange and wonderful at once, to capture a constellation of thought on the page, without letting the act of capture affect the shape of the thought. Write on brother, write on.

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