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‘In that shed I wrote like the wind, hitting my thousand words by midday so that I could get out there as soon as possible.’
‘Writing fiction belongs more to the sleeping, than the waking world, so I try not to surrender myself to the day until I am finished.’
‘Many, many ideas die a quiet death; they weren’t strong enough or they’ve been done before. But some stick. ‘
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