Showing posts with tag: writing

FEBRUARY

Annals of Burp #964

unless you believe that belief in evolution is an innate phenotype arising from a single or cluster of genes that can be selected for—if this were the case, then in order for this belief to become mainstream, the straight women of Earth would have to decide, either gradually over aeons or more cinematically, en masse, to exclusively fuck academics Read more →
FEBRUARY

Wolf Packs and the Lonely Writer

Writing, by its very nature, is a solitary and inward pursuit. Most writers will be able to identify with Proust scribbling away in his cork-lined room, averse to any contamination of his creative process by the outside world. Though the generation of the work itself necessitates much solitude, I have come to believe that, even for a writer, success usually requires other people to catalyse it. Read more →