Subtitle: It is a truth universally acknowledged that a lonesome writer must be in want of a writing buddy.
Well, it should be universally acknowledged. Part of the reason writer’s write is that we want to share our imaginary worlds with the ‘real’ world.
Or at least, that’s part of the reason I write.
And when sitting all the lonesome, staring balefully at your computer, more often than not – you loose sight of that.
Magnificent prose leaves your fingers, however unneeded that prose might be – and as your stroke your manuscript hissing “Precious” and find that while you know you should cut things – every single word is ever so lovely and-