Japan

something’s gone wrong with the words in time—syllables linger, refusing to dissipate or fall into silence—so that now there’s a pileup of sounds, like cars colliding on a highway, turning meaning into cacophony, and before she knows it, she is adding to the din, wordlessly, soundlessly, with a cry that rises from her throat and goes on and on

Yes. I have a young friend who dreams of becoming a novelist, but he never seems to be able to complete his work. According to him, his job keeps him too busy, and he can never find enough time to write novels, and that’s why he can’t complete work and enter it for writing awards. But is that the real reason? No! It’s actually that he wants to

The methods and directions a writer takes in order to supplement himself becomes part of that writer’s individuality, what makes him special.