You read the article again, the one saying that you (yes, even you, talentless and abased as you are) might write a novel in three days. It seems so easy, so possible: just a little bit of preparation and you too might join the ranks of those who are paid to make up stories for a living, your childhood dream made real.
But walking down the stairs to the train home from the day job that eats up most of your waking hours, you realize that, however wonderful such a thing might sound, shortcuts aren't for you.
Not that you wouldn't like to take them, but you, stubborn as you are, inconstant and willful, you, sad to say, must take the long way, as always.
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