Today, as I sat in a cute, overpriced bakery in Lincoln Square, Chicago, and ate a sandwich with too much turkey and lots of iced tea, I started to write fiction again.
Maybe actual fiction for the first time. Or is there such a thing?
Now if only I can convince myself that EVERYTHING doesn't have to be THE MOST DRAMATIC THING EVER....
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