The desire to write a book and walking out into a world stuffed with books and living in a house stuffed with books that you love to read, and have piled on yourself to read but still haven’t written (which is especially heightened when you have a strong idea of what you’d like to write), can be likened to a person who loves children and loves to take care of them and interact with them and gets most of their meaning in life from children, and then has found a husband and keeps having sex but is not getting pregnant. It is the pain of present infertility with the honest belief that you can reproduce so you keep pushing on. With writing a book, you know you have to let it consume you if you’re ever going to get there.
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I've really enjoyed reading about your experiences at the Writers' conference, as well as the way you share your writing with us on this blog. It's very inspiring!
i wonder who jaycee is?
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