I remember once, in college, going in tears to my advisor to tell him,
“I’ve figured out what’s wrong with me! When I’m sober, I act the way most people act when they’re drunk.”
“Yes?” My advisor was unimpressed by this tragedy. “I assume you have noticed most people like to get drunk?”
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Tonight I found an ugly flaw in some writing I’d been proud of–thanks to John Gardner’s On Becoming a Novelist.
This time, I don’t want anybody to make kind excuses– “It isn’t a bug,
it’s a feature.” It’s a bug, dammit, and it’s mine. But now that I’ve
seen it, I’m going to take great care in crushing it into a sticky
green ewwwww spot.