I enjoy myself and get results I swear by with the writing these days when I keep the pieces compressed and digestible while allowing the language to remain maximalist and colourful. I'm more like a jeweller toiling in emerald lights than ever. When you are working in a single mode serially you find you can get each new piece rolling without a whole lot of extraneous funny business. Call it the grease of habit. The literary marksman in his greenery, among greenery too, parked on that fence like a sour warning and glowering at all thingness. Hiss at me, you thinglings...until I own and postpone thee...
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