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Write what....

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I read Henderson the Rain King when I was about 18 because all the literary crowd was gaga over Bellow. I remember being moved by it-but dont remember a thing about the story.

I agree and disagree. I think this moment has to come when you have learned the rules well enough to break them like an artist. Writers who dont care about readers and just want to write their souls-are usually pretty boring. Esp if they haven't much life experience and catharsis from their own lives.
 
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Write what....

When I write....

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