I would love to be a mysterious writer, but, who am I kidding? So I just rewrote my preface. My mother's "shelf paper letter" lingering, burrowing into my head. I couldn't go on any longer without including it in my book.
The thing is, when you are thick in the weeds, you can't see the forest for the trees. I need to go back to reading out loud, to someone. It seems I've become so solitary in my writing, I've forgotten how helpful an impartial ear can be. Anyone? Please?
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