I Tend To Close My Eyes When

The Novel Should Be Understood As A Structure Built To Accommodate The Greatest Possible Amount Of Cool Stuff.

There Was A Sergeant At A Desk. I Knew He Was A Sergeant Because I Recognized The Marks On His Uniform, And I Knew It Was A Desk Because It's Always A Desk. There's Always Someone At A Desk, Except When It's A Table That Functions As A Desk. You Sit Behind A Desk, And Everyone Knows You're Supposed To Be There, And That You're Doing Something That Involves Your Brain. It's An Odd, Special Kind Of Importance. I Think Everyone Should Get A Desk; You Can Sit Behind It When You Feel Like You Don't Matter.

I'm Told I'm Very Charming When People Do What I Want.

Because Here’s The Thing: No Matter How Much One Tells Stories Of Magical Beasts Or Impossible Worlds, In The End, It Is Always The World Of Here And Now One Is Writing About. The Better One Understands That World, The More Powerful The Stories Will Be.

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