: Roundtable agent discussion from pw.org soaked novel anticipation. I might be 35 before that ever happens. That might be too late? “Over the summer I read a book about Cuba. I don’t know why. I was suddenly very interested.” A full day of writing, reading, blogging. A little bird followed me home; leaping from branch to branch, twittering a backwards version of a chickadee tune. The evening spent watching others stories, ignoring the outside world. Battle In Seattle, Damages, 24.
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