Tuesday, March 12, 2013

A manifesto I'm sure I'll break tomorrow.

There's a rule or guideline or suggestion I keep seeing: Kill your darlings.

I hate that suggestion. Sometimes my darlings are the only good thing in these wretched little stories.

It goes along with that other fear of mine: cutting these stories and editing them until they're little anorexic skin-and-bones things, with all the beauty excised. I won't do that.

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