This morning I’ve set about finishing my novel for the dozenth time. It keeps being finished and then adjustments need to be made, and I make them, and then it goes out into the world again for feedback, and then it comes back to me, and so on and so forth. My hope is that it will go out this time and not come back, and instead will be made directly into a fantastic teen sex/longing movie by the genius who made the movie Twilight. Or by Eric Rohmer. I think Europeans (even dead ones)(actually he’s not dead! even better) will get my novel better than Americans. An undead European would be ideal.
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