A good writer is tasked with splitting his veins open with a razor blade and covering his keyboard in blood, a prolonged and terrible ritual. You’ll know a piece is finished when your face is numb, eyes unfocused, and body trembling. You’d think Delicious Tacos would have something like this—the horrible reality of being on the writing grind—considering I learned it from reading his work. The only writer worth reading is an honest writer. How close can he cut things to actual reality? Actual reality may seem like hyperbole to those who read garbage, but anyone worth being a member of your
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