“Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and
start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a
goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and
there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge
of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one
last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see
everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save
us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest
secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write
like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re
one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.
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