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01/20/03

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7:35 PM

So, I've committed to writing six stories this semester.  I'm nervous.  I'm anxious.  I'm excited.  Six term papers would be no problem.  You're provided with a topic and some specific texts to work with, they've all but written the thing for you.  But fiction.  To write a story that can go anywhere, and examine anything.  To write six stories, under the pressure of deadlines.  The blank page is the ultimate freedom until its expanse is magnified by a quota.  I'm a wreck.

UPDATE:  I just found this via Highindustrial.  Alas, I am not alone.

  "I myself am lucky to greet my own “author” on anything like a regular basis, and my fear (to touch on another recent thread) is mainly that the feckless, procrastinating, profoundly unreliable bastard will one day fail permanently to show up, leaving me having to pretend that I know how to write fiction."

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