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  • Ending Up

    February 21, 2009

    • A few days ago I completed the first draft of what, should life operate according to plan (which of course it never does), my seventh novel. As with most books that I finish, it came without fanfare or celebration, and of course I immediately began revising from the first page onwards. But this isn't by any stretch of the imagination my seventh novel. Having lost count over the years, I would put ...