[Redbook1:139][19700404:2350a]{Writing
Fiction}[4th April 1970]
Saturday 4th April
11.50pm [continued]
This novel
I am writing: I hope it comes off. I
hope even that is worth publishing.
Sometimes I am fascinated by it; sometimes, reading back, I am appalled
by my own naivety and juvenility. But as
a means of expression and sublimation, it means more to me in the writing than
it can ever do in the reading. It is a
book to be written rather than to be read.
Or is this
just another way of saying that I am bad at putting my ideas across?
I don't
think so....
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