God. He began to pray still sitting as he prayed. "Oh God!" he prayed. "Thou who has shown thyself to me let me never forget thee again. Save me from forgetfulness. And show thyself to those I love;.

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Wandering around lately. If you want to write you write. The only way to learn to write is by writing. And that would not be a useful approach to brain surgery. Stephen King always wanted to write and he writes. So he wrote Carrie and 'Salem's Lot and The Shining and the good short stories you can read in this book and a stupendous number of other stories and books and fragments and poems and essays and other unclassifiable things most of them too wretched to ever publish. Because that is the way it is done. Because there is no other way to do it. Not one other way Compulsive diligence is almost enough. But not quite. You have to have a taste for words. Gluttony. You have to want to roll in them. You have to read millions of them written by other people. You read everything with grinding envy or a weary contempt. You.
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