- ...i liken this experience to this thing about sex and ecstasy i've heard a few times. in this case, sex = writing and free will = ecstasy; reasonable enough, right? so everyone seems to like intercourse pretty good and dandy, but after having executed said activity while under the influence of a very illegal, very unhealthy entactogenic such as ecstacy, it has been suggested that it is so sensational that people are no longer able to comfortably engage in such behavior without the aid of the drug. (maybe not this one.)
- ...it's almost as if writing is akin to taking a dump. when you're about to go on a long car ride and your parents urge, "you better use the restroom before we go! we're not stopping!", there is nothing pleasant about the experience. it feels feigned and often takes painful exertion to achieve any results at all. the truly memorable poops take place when you are swept over by a sudden wave of inspiration, drop everything you're doing and rush to the nearest bathroom... and it just flows. clean, expressive, relieving and just as nature intended.
- ...i draw parallels here with the rocky relationship between South Korea and North Korea, which...
Another point: I consitently write blog entries in the neighborhood of 800 words, while I'm only required a minimum of 300. I have the equivalent of ~20 blogs typed up, yet I only have 9 in the gradebook. In fact, now, I think whenever I get to 300 words I'm just going to
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