Augustin Erba's Writings
The first morning you write a lot. Maybe ten pages. They are glorious. The best you ever did. This new partner brings magic into your life. The two of you have a brilliant future together. This is all you ever dreamed of. You are completely satisfied. You take a nap. You wake up. What the hell - you write another ten pages the same afternoon, and after a sturdy...
They tried to talk me out of writing. They said I was a born mathematician and that I should spend my life making calculations improving missile orbits. I refused. I thought journalism would teach me how to write. It did and it did not. It taught me how to...