I am trying to finish my first draft of my next novel, and I’m existing in a state of terror and dread. That’s pretty typical for me when I’m working. What isn’t typical is that I think I’m going to struggle to meet my deadline. I’m never, ever late. I pride myself on it. I define myself by it. Oh, I’ve dissembled. I’ve tried …
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