Sometimes I agonize for twenty minutes over writing a single sentence, wrestling with different constructions and nuances until I am heartily sick of both the job at hand and myself, and need to pop out for a coffee or a little walk. No such wafting about with the small guy, who is a man of action when it comes to writing and experiences no terror of the white page whatsoever. I admire the workmanship in this recent short story, pictured above.
If the Small Guy ever pauses to reflect on his writerly praxis then lo, a creative writing programme leader to rule them all will surely be born.
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