Here's my latest column, on David Duchovny. Notice how important the comma is in that sentence.
I just emailed it to him, and he'll probably never speak to me again. Our friendship will have been sacrificed for the sake of ... well, what do you call what I do? Literature is the word that comes to mind.
"Toenail clippings" the cynics say, but we pay no attention to them.
In the Duchovny column there originally had been more graphs about his movie, but it kept sounding like I was plugging it, like I was trying to be a movie critic who wants to be quoted in a newspaper advertisement. Maybe it was the lines that said things like, "Sprint, don't walk, to your local cinema to see .... " and so on. I probably shouldn't reveal how the sausage is made, but these Rough Draft columns, unlike the blog, go through a great deal of editing. For this one, as I recall, Sydney took my original draft and marked out all the lines that were terrible, and then deleted the ones that were kind of so-so, and then cut the ones that were just a wee bit lame, and when she was done, the entire column had been deleted except for two words: "David Duchovny." But we agreed that was still a pretty good start.
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