Slow Players #5: "You Have to Hate Yourself For Quite a While" (Terry Castle)
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Hi: Last week I was in the grips of an emergency. Not an emergency emergency—myocardial infarction, car crash, where-the-fuck-did-I-put-the-Narcan? type stuff—but rather the milder, creative kind, the kind where you can’t marshal your thoughts, or your energy, whatever it is that lets you put one word after another and believe in what you’re writing. Which . . . may not sound like much of an emergency to you, if you happen not to be a writer, and isn’t really, in the context of pandemics and speciously-contested election results, crises of healthcare systems and democracies, and yet. If you happen to be in this business of writing things for a living, or if you happen to understand that said business is more or less like any other business: it moves (and you with it), or it doesn’t . . . you understand that that
Slow Players #5: "You Have to Hate Yourself For Quite a While" (Terry Castle)
Slow Players #5: "You Have to Hate Yourself…
Slow Players #5: "You Have to Hate Yourself For Quite a While" (Terry Castle)
Hi: Last week I was in the grips of an emergency. Not an emergency emergency—myocardial infarction, car crash, where-the-fuck-did-I-put-the-Narcan? type stuff—but rather the milder, creative kind, the kind where you can’t marshal your thoughts, or your energy, whatever it is that lets you put one word after another and believe in what you’re writing. Which . . . may not sound like much of an emergency to you, if you happen not to be a writer, and isn’t really, in the context of pandemics and speciously-contested election results, crises of healthcare systems and democracies, and yet. If you happen to be in this business of writing things for a living, or if you happen to understand that said business is more or less like any other business: it moves (and you with it), or it doesn’t . . . you understand that that