Personally, I can't stand them. But even so, from time to time I find myself slipping into the darkness that awaits when I write when I'm exceedingly tired or somewhat less focused. During these moments of weakness they sneak into my writing like thieves, the bouncer is asleep at his post. The uninvited guests are helping themselves to the champagne. Who are these miscreants? These manglers of hospitality? Repeat words, the most unholy of unholies, the most evil of evils. Well, at least in my...
Published on August 01, 2012 05:43