#Scurf149: My writing was changing with age, and I kept notes**
Allowing writing and thinking to exist, even foment, like mildew in an otherwise drab life
Does a writer choose what they want to write? I think not.
“When I was twenty-one,” wrote Zadie Smith at age twenty-five, “I wanted to write like Kafka. But, unfortunately for me, I wrote like a script editor for The Simpsons who’d briefly joined a religious cult and then discovered Foucault.”
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