Wednesday, September 18, 2013


It's always the same.  When I begin a new story I'm convinced I'll never be able to find the right words, never be able to express myself with the clarity a good reader demands.  But slowly, as the blank sheets of paper fill, I feel a hope that carries me on, and by the second or third rewrite, when my characters finally come to my rescue and take over the telling of their story, I feel such a relief.


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