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How to Compete
05/28/2003

I've always been a bit incredulous — and jealous — of those creative types who claim to dream their material. How simple, I pine. Wake up and the thing is right there... done for you. I'm sure that unfairly cuts out a good helping of wakeful talent, but that's the impression that I get, and it's one that Lileks does very little to dispel in today's fantastic Bleat:

Right before I woke up I dreamed I had an assignment: write a bad feature story in the style of the New York Times. When I woke I had the last sentence still in my head; I stumbled next door to the studio, woke up the Mac, and typed this sentence:

Over in the field, a hound was hunched over excreting a "striver," the local's term for the hard, elegantly tapered stools for which the wild dogs are renowned.

He dreams in perfectly crafted wordplay! Me, if I told people about the things I dream, I think I might frighten off a few readers, and some might return with giant butterfly nets.

Posted by Justin Katz @ 12:45 PM EST