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Commit – Continued.
So, January happened. I considered writing a post about “how to write while the world is effed up”, but there are already lots of posts out there like that and let’s be real, though they might be doing wonders for … Continue reading
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Tagged Ann Leckie, Blake Crouch, books, creativity, Gayle Forman, inspiration, Nick Hornby
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