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Andrew Kaufman – The Book Swap Interview

I feel like there’s a slim possibility that I may be a natural storyteller, but I’m definitely not a natural writer, screenwriter, or director. I always feel like the story exists on its own, and then I clumsily cram it inside the format. So for me it’s a bit like asking, which feels more natural? flip-flops, loafers, or work-boots? None of them feel like bare-feet.

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Aliya Whiteley – The Book Swap Interview

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I want to believe that there’s a reason, a plan, for my existence. I’d like to be the culmination of a million years of a breeding program just to make someone as amazing as me. But I’m not really amazing, and neither are you. Or maybe you are. It all depends on how you judge amazingness, I suppose. And all my novels, short stories, poems, address that issue. The calculation of amazingness.

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War Story

The white crosses needed constant painting. It was a usual rainy Autumn, and the fat, heavy drops would cause mud to spatter. Damp seeped into the hut, and I found myself dreading the cold nights and the slow days. I think it was November when I came to the conclusion that something had to be done.

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Way of the Exploding Woman

I’m not saying this is a helpful pastime in a Darwinian sense; if the electricity supply switched off for good I wouldn’t have a chance at actually surviving. But I like to console myself with the thought that I am, at the very least, honing my killer instinct by wobbling my joystick.

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