The Writer

About the Writer

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About the Writer

Writers exist in two worlds: the one he creates and the one in which he often wear the same shirts. He blames each of the other countries for their weaknesses, a ping-ponging of responsibility that enables him to awake around eleven o'clock. Writers feel uncomfortable calling themselves writers in the present.

He has a small group of confidants with whom he likes to share his designs. Writers refuse to allow critique of their writings to cast doubts on other facets of their lives. Authors avoid distractions by deactivating their connections to the web before sitting down to work. Writers understand that the food they choose nourishes not only their bodies but also their minds.

Authors know how important it is to have a certain number of words written every single second. Authors switch off their own editors in the midst of a design, so that real-time reviews do not disrupt their processes. "It' Netter Satz, Dummkopf" ; "Show don't tell, you do not tell, you don'tumb dick" ; "get a new shirt for your die umbody, dummy" - l'éditeur interne de l'écrivain est un monstre.

As the author knows how daunting it can be to read and discourage others from comparing his letter, he has become much better at not being able to read in recent years. This writer takes long strolls to calm his overloaded spirit and stimulate his fantasy. Colors become blurred between the writer and the signs he makes on the page.

He' ll feel burritos in his throat. Sitting in cafés among other authors. Wondering what their tales are about, the author's communal noise of their keyboard makes him wonder if his stimulated outbursts of faked type have become apparent to all of them. Authors experiment with different parts.

Filtrated by the author's sharp observation eyeball, apparently everyday items take on a more profound significance. At the end of the day, it's not about being released; the author just has to. An impulse that he can only describe as a mystic ghost that channelizes through his intellect into his finger tips and overwhelms the page with words that don't seem so great, because maybe that's just not the author's damn thing.

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