Lev Grossman on the false (or false-ish) distinctions between literary fiction and genre fiction.
miw:
I really like this a lot, especially the connections at the end.
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Fuuuck. That’s how big they are in my house too.
Tupperware. It’s a huge spider and this guy brought tupperware. This seems like an occasion where firearms are completely justified.
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Qweird: Pause for a writing whine.
Writing this novel is like having an ongoing argument with myself, where one half is constantly going:
OMG WHAT IF THIS IS NO GOOD? WHO WOULD WANT TO READ THIS? IT’S STUPID ISN’T IT? IT IS! IT’S STUPID, IT’S TRASH, IT’S WORTHLESS, LOOK AT THESE WORDS THEY ARE NOTHING. I AM A SHITTY WRITER. NO…
I want that story.
I followed a character across arduous terrain until we arrived at what should have been a moment of insight only to find nothing had changed and no new shadows were cast in the cave we had crawled into so I went back to the beginning and wrote over the sentences again and again until I became snow falling over secret lawns.
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