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Be Willing And Unafraid To Write Badly, Because Often The Bad Stuff...forms A Base On Which To Build Something Better.

The Average Person Might Articulate Them Differently, But We All Think About Interpersonal Relationships In One Way Or Another. Writers Just Express That In Different Ways And Capture It In Different Ways. To Some Degree, We're All Thinking About The Same Things. It's The Zeitgeist. The Trick, In A Way, As A Writer, Is To Hope That Your Interests In Some Sense Link Up With The Culture Around You.

I Picture It Like Judgement Day,' He Says Finally, His Eyes On The Water. 'we'll Rise Up Out Of Our Bodies And Find Each Other Again In Spirit Form. We'll Meet In That New Place, All Of Us Together, And First It'll Seem Strange, And Pretty Soon It'll Seem Strange That You Could Ever Lose Someone, Or Get Lost.

A Bit Of Theory As We Settle Down For Lunch: The Waiter's Treatment Of Kitty Is Actually A Kind Of Sandwich, With The Bottom Bread Being The Bored And Slightly Effete Way He Normally Acts With Customers, The Middle Being The Crazed And Abnormal Way He Feels Around This Famous Nineteen-year-old Girl, And The Top Bread Being His Attempt To Contain And Conceal This Alien Middle Layer With Some Mode Of Behavior That At Least Approximates The Bottom Layer Of Boredom And Effeteness That Is His Norm.

Now That Scotty Has Entered The Realm Of Myth, Everyone Wants To Own Him. And Maybe They Should. Doesn't A Myth Belong To Everyone?