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2013-11-07 - 1:41 p.m. It sucks, but it's true: writing makes you selfish. Even when the book's done. Two Wednesdays ago, I sent out my revised novel, to two different agents who had both said they liked my stuff. Both said they'd get back to me soon, within a few days. And it's now been 15 days and is there a thing that will block you from checking your email several dozen times each day? So I'm going to go out tonight to an art opening where supposedly there will be naked girls dancing around in body paint or something and then I think I'm going to drink beer with my hipster friend. I went for a jog earlier and did some mild weight-lifting and I think I'm all jacked up on dude hormones. I'd like to read a really good, maybe heartbreaking novel. Admission: I've never finished any of the Big Russian Novels. 0 comments so far
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