Hurricane Irene, I believe, was my midwife.
Never, in my twenty years as a writer, have I finished two novels in one year (never mind having also edited two collections of my short fiction).
I get one day off before I begin again.
Now, I'm going to lie down. Or look at the windblown streets....
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