Let Me Tell You
i.I couldn’t write anymore. It just wasn’t happening. You know what kind of writing I mean: the allegedly laudable kind. The kind I did back in the day, when I was too young to know or care about my limitations as an author. Too vain to realize that I wasn’t the center of the universe.Back then, I was full of projects, words, and ideas, and I never had a problem turning things out. I published three novels and a handful of short stories and a bunch of other literary-related stuff: book reviews...
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