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I Don't Write From Dreams Because I Don't Remember Mine, But I Had A Fragment Of An Image Left About Twins, Whose Father Was Telling Them How Their Lives Were Going To Go For The Next Eight Years. I Wrote A Scene About That, And Then Another And Then Another And Then Another, And After Five Months I Had 732 Pages.

I've Written Short Stories In First Person, But You Have So Much More Control Writing In Third Person. Third Person, You Know What Everybody's Thinking. First Person Is Very Limiting, And I Could Never Sustain A First Person Novel Before.

As Long As There's Life, There's Hope.

If You Have To Hit--hit Low.

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