No book is ever truly finished—the author simply makes the conscious agonizing choice to stop fiddling with it . . .
. . . and then there’s this thing called a deadline.
For that matter, no book is ever truly begun—the author stares at the blank sheet, starts drawing stick figures and monstrous ducks on the corners . . .
. . . and then there’s this thing called a deadline.
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