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We've Clearly Entered A Period In Which The Analog Of Text Is No Longer Important Or Relevant. All Text Will Be Electronic. I Accept That Fact. My House Has Thousands Of Books In It, And I've Started To Look At Them Completely Differently. They Now Seem To Me To Be Like Antiquarian Objects. Their Use Value Has Become Negligible To Me Because I'm Perfectly Happy To Read On An E-reader.

I Like Texting As Much As The Next Kidult - And Embrace It As Yet More Evidence, Along With Email, That We Live Now In The Post-aural Age, When An Unsolicited Phone Call Is, Thankfully, Becoming More And More Understood To Be An Unspeakable Social Solecism, Tantamount To An Impertinent Invasion Of Privacy.

Lives Don't Divide Up Into Chapters. People Don't Just Talk, While Nothing's Going On In Their Head, And Then Respond. You Know, None Of These Things Actually Happen.

Don't Look Back Until You've Written An Entire Draft.

The Great Liberty Of The Fictional Writer Is To Let The Imagination Out Of The Traces And See It Gallop Off Over The Horizon.