Deborah Eisenberg, interviewed at Tin House:
“…the fact that I was bad at [writing], that I couldn’t just sit down and toss off a reasonable sentence, let alone a trilogy, bore no relation to whether I was suited to it. And that is precious, precious knowledge.”
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Putting this story (and myself) to bed. The submitting fun begins tomorrow.
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