Mistaken identities
I woke up with this thought that writing a book is more a process of revelation than creation, sort of like going at a ream of invisible-inked paper with a bottle of lemon juice and a hair dryer. Then I received, via express post, a sneak preview of a very good friend's second novel. Holding a manuscript is like holding a newborn baby. There's the first page on top, and you just have wait for the goodness underneath to develop. Some days, everything is just like something else. If you listen with a mind open to the point of flabbiness, Ryan Adams sounds rather freakily like Anne Murray.
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