So, I’m starting to write a new novel. It would actually be more honest, or at least more accurate, to say that I’m preparing to write it. No, strike that. I am writing a novel.
In the movies, we can easily recognize when someone is involved in the act of writing a novel. They’re either leaning close over their manual typewriter, maniacally jabbing at the keys (such a workout for the fingers!), or perhaps the author appears stiff-shouldered and pecking rapidly at an electric model. Clickety clack.
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