Do you remember how Jack Kerouac wrote On the Road as a single stream of consciousness on a single (very blong ) piece of paper?
I think he stiuck separate sheets together in fact – I’m sur ewikipedia will tell us something on the case
Well…
I’ve got my own technique.
I wait for night time when I can’t see much
I wait for a moment when I haven’t got my glasses with me and I can’t remember where they are anyway
And so cansee even les
So there s no point in looking
And I start writing
Whatever coles to mind or fingers
There are , inevitably, a hell of a lot of miusspelt words
Along with incoherent ramblings
And I don’t bother to edit
Cos I cant see a thing.
There is a possibility that I might look over it in the light of day
Sober
With glasses
And correct
But don’t count on it
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