When the Tortoise and Then the Hare Sit Down to Write
When it comes to writing novels, I am tortoise. At least with the first half, and there is something thrilling about the second half, like sliding down a long snowy hill, or as in below, leaping off the top step. I am still the tortoise right now. For assistance, I return to a 1968 Paris Review […]
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