I have nothing of interest to post, so I am going to repeat some things my professor said last night in class.
“The pressure to proceed with delicacy is the death of good writing,” she said. We were talking about Hiroshima, which of course, wouldn’t have been written if Hersey had been trying to go along with the political feelings of the time.
My professor also said “if you have any kind of obsession in your life, you should use that in your own writing,” which was apropos of nothing, but still makes a lot of sense.
PS: This is my 100th post!