00:00 [MUSIC PLAYING]
00:02 The sky was underpinned with long silver streaks
00:05 that look like scaffolding.
00:08 But no one was paying any attention to the sky.
00:10 [EXPLOSION]
00:13 Will.
00:14 I don't understand why you don't
00:17 want to write something that people would like to read.
00:22 Dear God, I want to write a novel, a good novel.
00:27 So, Conner, sometimes I feel like you're
00:29 trying to stick pins in your readers.
00:31 I don't think you need to make them suffer in order
00:33 to introduce them to the unusual way your mind works.
00:35 [GUNSHOT]
00:36 [MEOW]
00:37 Mary Flannery, you've been writing
00:39 many cute stories lately.
00:42 I read that last one you sent your mama.
00:44 You know, it left kind of a bad taste in my mouth.
00:48 You weren't supposed to eat it.
00:50 You might want to consider being a little more friendly.
00:53 I tried to turn the other cheek, but my tongue was always in it.
00:57 I need to be working.
00:58 I need to rest.
01:00 Nowadays, doctors don't let young people die.
01:03 Dear God, please, I can never seem to escape
01:11 myself unless I'm writing.
01:13 And strangely, I'm never more myself than when I'm writing.
01:16 [LAUGHTER]
01:17 [MUSIC PLAYING]
01:20 Is there no way for me to disappear into something bigger?
01:22 [MUSIC PLAYING]
01:27 Lord, please grant me grace.
01:29 Let me be a typewriter.
01:36 Please give me one good story.
01:38 [MUSIC PLAYING]
01:42 I thought it would be the end of any creation.
01:44 [MUSIC PLAYING]
01:48 Now I see it is only the beginning.
01:49 [MUSIC PLAYING]
01:54 [MUSIC PLAYING]
01:58 It must come easy for you.
02:00 It's like giving birth to a piano sideways.
02:02 [LAUGHTER]
02:05 [MUSIC PLAYING]
02:09 [MUSIC PLAYING]
02:12 [MUSIC PLAYING]
02:15 [MUSIC PLAYING]
02:19 [BLANK_AUDIO]
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