I've written a lot of novels. Some of those novels have even been good. Many of them, though, have not been good. They've been weak and flabby and soulless. Somewhere deep down in their core, there was something not quite right.
I've begun lots of novels. I've finished far fewer novels. Somewhere within the novel, something goes wrong. Right about the ti…
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