So okay, I'm not exactly back. I still find writing hard. Sometimes it gets boring, too. But most of the time it's hard. At least for me it is. I could have written thousands of stories and essays already. Only I don't have the talent. Or the voice. All I have is experience. Not in writing though. I mean, experience that would look great in print.
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Tonight, I am proud to announce that I have finished reading All The Pretty Horses (McCarthy) and In Clood Blood (Capote). Finally. Because mind you, I have been reading these books since, I can't recall anymore, time immemorial. (Is the sentence even correct?) I have always loved McCarthy. He has written my favorite novel of all time: The Road. Pretty Horses would normally appear boring, but McCarthy is such a genius you'd think he's god. And of course there's Capote. It has been said, or written, that this book, Blood, destroyed him. Not that the book is bad (As a matter of fact, it's one of the best I've read in my entire "reading" career). Just watch Capote because only by watching it, I think, you'd be able to understand the fuck I'm writing about. And that ending, oh.
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