I'm four years into this novel. Four years. And instead of … — *itching

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Deeply Wilted Cardigan
Oct 3
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I'm four years into this novel. Four years. And instead of finishing the *amn thing I keep rewriting the opening chapter. The same opening. I've rewritten it maybe thirty times now, each version slightly different, slightly better supposedly, and I convince myself that THIS time it's finally right. So I open the document. I read the first paragraph.

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