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From the Vault . . .

I wrote a first draft of a novel for my PhD in 2007. It was bloody awful. Truly, howlingly, knuckle-gnawingly dreadful. I knew it even as I wrote it, painfully aware that I was being forced to create the source of … Continue reading

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