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This blog was once entitled, "unedited. uncensored. unabridged. " Despite the name change, It's still the same old shit...

i am 25 and self absorbed. i check my reflection in the windows i pass by. in the past, my blogs have been highly censored. i care too much about what other people think. this is me...shit and all.

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

i just spent an hour and a half at the bookstore on 240 street. i left empty handed. walked back to the guest house and on my way, decided that if other people's books can't inspire me, i'll just write my own. but i'm travelling with a light pack and my computer is in storage in bangkok. clearly can't handwrite a book. absurd.

as i walk, i think about what makes a good book and decide it needs to fly by. easy to follow and rapid time progression (or percieved time progression). personally, as a reader, i like finishing--and i finish quickly when a book just moves me along. upon finishing, i can then prove myself as an educated, intelligent reader. "why, yes--i did read that. wasn't the protagonist just fascinating?"

check! another book finished, another badge earned.

so i decide my book will have a contrived progression--maybe a countdown or dated entries. and they'll be short entries and the reader will feel like they are getting somewhere--even if my writing sucks and they are just reading in circles.

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