A salutary piece by Anne Enright on how we love - and hate - what we write can be read here. Struggling with what is unlikely to be the final draft of my new novel, I feel what she says with a certain keenness. Or should that be keening?
The title to the post is a quote from Enright's article, by the way, not a comment on it. Au contraire.
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