It has been a fraught few weeks: I sent my novel draft—of which, for the three years I’ve been working on it, no one had read a page—to a handful of first readers, and then tried not to lose my mind as I waited for them to respond. No one is more neurotic than a novelist with a draft out: after forty-eight hours without word I felt betrayed. Betrayed! J…
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