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I went to Nantucket this past weekend, and it was pretty magical. No, I didn’t see a giant white whale or see Emily Gilmore at

You can’t fail. No, really. You can’t. Even if you don’t sell a single book. Even if you get tons of bad reviews. Even if

I am not going to lie to you; on Friday, I absolutely did not want to write. I had the kind of dread usually reserved for

Do you want to know how I know someone will never finish her book?  She tells me, “I am going to write it next quarter.”

By the time I graduated from college, I had completed three novels. One was a political fairytale (I live in D.C., okay?); one was a