by Eva Lewitt
There’s something crushing about choice. I’m thinking about this on Thursday night as I attempt to write 1000 words of whatever I want. The truth is, the conditions are perfect: I’m well-rested and cheerful, I have a plan for what I want to write, and I know the character’s voice. Still, it feels like wading steadily into water of unknown d…
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