This spoke to me so powerfully that I could not refrain from snagging it:
Every writer wants to believe that his books are good. How many believe they’ve produced even one book that’s great? How many would even want to?
If only…sigh.
(Applause to The Feral Irishman.)
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I am still looking for a hollowed out asteroid to swing by earth.
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Me too, Drew. Especially these days.
Welp. I had to swipe that for the Sunday Morning Book Thread at AoSHQ…(with proper credit attributed to you, of course!)