A finished story isn’t meant to stay pristine and isolated — it’s meant to get dog-eared, creased, bookmarked, and highlighted. It’s meant to get dirtied by critiques, loved by some readers, hated by others, passed around, or given away.
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Then, in my childhood in the dawn Of a most stormy life was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still . . . –Edgar Allan Poe, Alone 1. The Meaning of Things I’ve never lost my childhood sense of mystification – my ability to be amazed by the [...]
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When I close my eyes, I see the dresses and the gowns. The paper dolls and the Barbie dolls; the pretty bows that tied me down. Then I see my face, staring down at my shiny shoes. . .they took me to a place where they gave me pink instead of blue.” – Tina Schlieske, [...]
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