I’d just like to stay for a little while longer, I said, as quietly as I could. You’re such a fucking pain! he said. You’ve always been the worst pain in my fucking ass! and he slammed the laptop lid down, but he did not get out of that chair.
I spent so long on this page, feeling like every word was a vector to point to that word chair. I kept stripping away the extra words, and adjusting the rhythms, because the word had taken on so much weight to me, was becoming the central mystery of the book, and I felt a kind of weight to it on the page, a heaviness, an intensity, and I wanted to give it as much power as I possibly could. This process of revision, of streamlining focus, was one of the most intense and exciting writing experiences I have ever had.
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