Sometimes, when working on a book, it just feels so … unlikely that anyone has ever actually finished one.
When I was writing the first draft of my first novel, I sometimes went to Prairie Lights in the afternoons and just started at the sheer volume of books, books which had been begun and then finished. It kind of offended me.
The only thing more baffl…
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