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Wednesday, November 10, 2004
Once again, I am not involved in NaNoWriMo. I probably would be, if I had any good ideas. Of course, I don't. All the good love stories have already been told. All the good adventures have already been lived. All the good sci-fi has already been written. What the hell do I have to bring to the table?
As far as I am concerned, the greatest sentence in Western Literature has has already been written: "The Man in Black fled across the desert, and the Gunslinger followed."
How the hell does one beat that?
The only opening statements I've been able to come up with are:
"These assholes are absolutely relentless," he said.
I need to make some changes. Another round. Another smoke. The road was double once again on my way home.
I write myself into corners. I don't have a head for fiction, until someone invents a dream recorder.
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