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Why do I even bother?

I heard retrospective interviews with John Updike on the radio, on the occasion of his death.

Where such erudition ran, how the hell can I even pretend that I will ever write anything of substantial quality? My stuff is shlocky crap in comparison to real writing. Formulaic plots, wooden dialogue, one-dimensional characters... the only thing good about my writing is the nice, even margins.

I'm kidding myself.

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