Arbitration; Or, the Nature of Subjective Accomplishment

It’s often said that writers are of an arbitrary nature, that as a species their opinion of themselves waffles between enormous ego and debilitating self-doubt. It’s something I heard a long time ago, before I understood what writers actually spend most of their time doing; I thought writing meant seclusion and contemplation, presumably sitting byContinue reading “Arbitration; Or, the Nature of Subjective Accomplishment”