My writing is that of an ocean, an endless plane devoid of form. I don't plan for the future, but let it fall into place. Sometimes rain may fall and swells will rise, but eventually it is all leved out.

It flows naturally like a wave for long periods of time, despite being short. But, when they reach the shore, they stop suddenly, waiting for the next one.

When when a wave becomes too high, it is leveled out by the rest of the ocean. In my writing, if I find an akward phrase, I devote all of my attention to level it out and make it just as smooth as the rest of my writing.

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