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Writing Lessons at Borders

Borders announced their bankruptcy today. And as if to rub it in, I ended up going there and sitting down reading their brand new books for free while waiting for Lee. Me and the countless others I saw sitting around reading are probably the reason for Borders' tanking.

Got through another 100 pages of No Country for Old Men by Cormac McCarthy--such precise, power and gripping writing. These amazing characters that literally seized my breath. I love Cormac McCarthy, but I hate him.

I learnt the power of cutting and economy. Cut out all that is not important to the story. McCarthy is never afraid to do these bold skips--things don't necessarily have to transit smoothly from scene to scene. It actually makes the story gripping.

His writing and storytellling is so tight.

I wish I could write like McCarthy, but I never will. I know this because we were walking on Market street when I saw a dead rat, I squealed. I admire the raw and viscous grittiness of McCarthy's world, but I am too much of a priss really to write like him.

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