Since my last critique meeting with my crit partners I have been spending a lot of time looking just like this woman. Head in hands, ideas being tossed out the realm of possibility. I do not mean to say that my crit partners sent me into a tailspin, not at all. I mean to say that my book has done this to me. Writing a book, first draft anyway, is very freeing. It’s almost carthartic. You are getting things written, you are feeling creative, you have a spring in your step, and a whistle on your lips. But when it

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