It was easy. Sweet. Kind. Quick. Poetic and unforgettable. Everything my first experience with sex wasn’t.
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“Out of thirty-four form rejections, I have received a single personal one: the Hallmark card of literary rejections. The situation is bleak indeed when your spirits are buoyed by this.“
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“—the knowledge that my days of poring over my edit would come to an end in September 2021 haunted me.
I had to finish. If I couldn't cut the words and finish my novel during a pandemic, would I ever? “
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“At age eighteen, some forward-thinking adult made us High School Seniors commit some words to paper. It was loosely along the lines of, Where do you see yourself at age 30? But we were told that we could write whatever we wanted, because only we would see what was written, the caveat being, we'd see it when we were thirty years old.”
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