Posted by Kate Carlisle Apr 25 2012, 12:05 am in Kate Carlisle, writer's life, writing life
I spent $79 yesterday on ink for my printer. $79! Plus tax! Granted, I got two XL cartridges, but still. And XL or no, I still seem to run out of ink with shocking frequency.
The woman at the register rang up the ink, and her eyes widened. “You could buy a new printer for that!” she said.
“Not when I’ve got this kind of money invested in this one,” I assured her, even though my printer has never worked the way it should.
I bought it with stars in my eyes. It’s an HP all-in-one – printer, copier, scanner – and even better, it’s wireless! I had visions of printing from any room in the house without having to lug my laptop into the office. Of happily trotting to the office with a piece of paper fluttering in my hand, passing it through the scanner, then returning to my computer to discover the paper had miraculously appeared on the screen. Oh, how naïve I was!
The scales fell from my eyes during my many calls to tech support, trying to get the wireless function to work. Each call took several hours, and I promise I’m not exaggerating that to make you pity me. I was on the cell phone so long that I started to worry I was giving myself brain cancer.
Part of the reason the calls took so long was because the tech support people would talk me through the same steps every time – even when I told them that I had already gone through those steps with the last person I talked to. I had to start from the beginning every single time, going through the steps that already hadn’t worked.
I saw occasional glimmers of hope. On one bright Tuesday morning, a paper I scanned did miraculously appear on my computer screen. The paper said, “I HATE MY PRINTER!!!” and I never got it to work again.

Then one day, while writing a Guru Bob scene for ONE BOOK IN THE GRAVE, I was in a very Zen state of mind. I realized that I could choose to stop being annoyed. I could accept that, whatever it said on the box, mine is not a wireless printer.
Starting that day, when I needed to print or scan something, I lugged my laptop into the office, plugged it in, did the deed, and got on with my life. I have embraced fatalism, and it works for me. So much so, that I’m willing to spend $79 on ink. Plus tax.
I’ve decided to try the same tactic with other minor annoyances in my life. The raised toilet seat, the friend who keeps calling my home phone even though I’ve told her a hundred times I prefer to use my cell, the person with twelve items in the ten-items-or-less lane. My world will be a happier place if I stop trying to change what cannot be changed.
How do you feel about your printer? Does anyone have a wireless printer that works as a wireless printer and, if so, what kind is it? Have you embraced fatalism about anything in your life? If so, how’s it working for you?
Posted by Anna Campbell May 10 2011, 4:02 am in Anna Campbell, historical romance, National Trust, research, Seaton Delaval Hall, writing life
by Anna Campbell
As most of you know (because so many of you very generously popped over to support me on my blog tour and various other promo efforts – thank you!), I’ve recently had a book out. MIDNIGHT’S WILD PASSION hit the stands on 26th April and I’ve been talking to readers all over via interviews, blogs and in person.
One question that often comes up is where do I get my ideas. And I always answer (because it’s true) that I get ideas everywhere.
To give you an example, a couple of days ago I was reading the English National Trust magazine – I have a friend who very kindly sends them to me and they’re a goldmine of quirky social history – and I came across the sort of thing that might well spark a story idea.
The National Trust has recently bought a wonderful early 18th century (well, I say wonderful but it sounds a bit creepy, frankly!) house in Northumberland in the north of England called Seaton Delaval Hall. It was designed by Sir John Vanbrugh who designed the cold but very impressive Blenheim Palace which formed the inspiration for much of Cranston Abbey in MY RECKLESS SURRENDER. By the way, Vanbrugh combined successful careers as architect and playwright – not a double that immediately comes to mind! He was also a spy and spent time in the Bastille.
Hmm, I can see a blog coming up on him too! See what I mean about ideas being everywhere? Anyway, back to my piece on Seaton Delaval Hall!
When I read about it, Seaton Delaval Hall struck me as an unlucky house. They had a huge fire in 1822 because jackdaws nested in the chimney shafts (bit more dramatic than “I went to bed with the bar heater on,” huh?). The family line died out as a series of heirs fell off the perch (for example, the original builder, Admiral Delaval had no living son and his nephew inherited) much like jackdaws in a lit chimney. After the fire, the house wasn’t inhabited until the 1980s. There’s even a ghost – a white lady who apparently pines for a Delaval heir who couldn’t marry her.
Here’s a link to the National Trust site for the house: http://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/main/w-seaton-delaval-hall
When I was reading this NT magazine, I came across a fascinating bit of history that really set my synapses firing. In the grounds there’s an impressive mausoleum (pictured below) containing the remains of John Seaton who died at the age of twenty. Here’s the quote:
“John, the heir of the Seatons, perished in 1775, having been kicked in a vital organ by a laundry maid to whom he was paying addresses. Thus died the last of the Delavals by the foot of a buxom slut. Over the broken remains of so much hope…his father raised a temple.”
Oh, dear! Ouch!
Not the way you want your aristocratic line to come to an end (I’d say ‘sticky end’ but that might be gilding the lily!).
Now these few lines are interesting for a whole stack of reasons.
Did she kick him where we think she did? I suspect she might have!
What happened to the maid? I haven’t been able to find out – I hope she wasn’t charged although given the power structure of 18th century England, she probably was.
Then there’s the very revealing language. Surely calling a lower-class girl defending herself against a predatory sprig of the aristocracy a ‘slut’ is a bit of a misnomer! Again, a sad indication of the position of women although I love the descriptive detail of ‘buxom’ – it gives you a vivid picture of her! More power to her left foot!
Was this action the tragic end of a long and loving relationship? Cue chance to put in a very nice picture of Robin Ellis and Angharad Rees in the POLDARK series.
Or was our heroic laundry maid like Verity/Soraya in CLAIMING THE COURTESAN before the start of her career as a courtesan? Preyed upon rather than preying upon?
More importantly, could our feisty washerwoman be the heroine of a romance novel?
You know, I think she’s got potential!
Or could our wincing would-be rake be the hero? He’d need to be a bit more robust but I could definitely imagine a bit of sparky dialogue over the washing line if we wrote him as a sexy beast.
Could our laundry maid be a runaway aristocrat? Charis without having enlisted Gideon’s help? Grace trying to make a living after they repossessed the farm? The laundry maid isn’t that far away from previous heroines I’ve written and she shares the strength of character which I like to give my girls.
At this stage, I have no intention of writing MY RECKLESS WASHING MACHINE or CLAIMING THE CLOTHES PEGS but you can see how a quirky incident like this sparks ideas that go on to spark other ideas and so on until you’ve got the basis for a book.
So while I’m digging around looking for inspiration, I’m turning to you! Do you have any quirky bits of family history – hopefully not a randy great-uncle who was done in by one of his squeezes! – that strike you as funny or strange or romantic or scandalous? Any ghosts in the family? Any skeletons? Any feisty laundry maids? Come clean, as they say in the best laundry romances!
Posted by Nancy Northcott Mar 2 2011, 5:20 am in Gerri Russell, writing life
Gerri Russell returns to the Lair today. She’s an award-winning author known for her adventurous and emotionally intense novels set in 13th and 14th Century Scottish Highlands. Her most notable series to date is that of the Brotherhood of the Scottish Templars. She is a two-time recipient of the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart award and winner of the American Title II competition sponsored by Dorchester Publishing and Romantic Times BookReviews Magazine.
Today’s visit, though, will be a little different, as Gerri will explain.
Welcome, Gerri!
No matter how successful fiction novelists are, they will always have ups and downs in their careers. Sometimes the downs come because of a changing market, a change in technology, or in my case lately, a change within my own publishing house. It’s no secret that Dorchester Publishing has been going through some difficult times, as have their authors. But being the “glass is half full” kind of person that I am, I’m choosing to look upon what’s happened to me and my books over the past year as an opportunity for change.
You will not find my book in any brick and mortar book store, and very soon you will not find them in electronic form either, because the rights for all of my books, five published and two yet-to-be-published works, will revert to me by the end of this month. Personally, it will be a moment of great celebration and the beginning of something new and wonderful.
I love being in the lair with the Romance Bandits. I’ve visited here before when I’ve had new releases and great things to share. But I wanted to slip into the lair today to share something else that I’ve learned over the past year, and that is how to ride the highs and lows of a writing career without losing balance or momentum. Whether you’re just getting started in your career, you’re an experienced writer in or out of a slump, or a reader who wonders why their favorite authors are not publishing new books at the moment, I hope the following tips will help.
1. Diversify your writing. Every writer, fiction or otherwise, must always look for new writing opportunities. This way, if you do stumble into a slump with one publisher or one specific genre, you’ll have another area to develop.
2. Maintain a blog or a website. Having a place to regularly write not only validates you as a writer, it’s a great place to explore your interests, allow for visiting “experts”, and allows you to grow as a writer in your own skills and in educating/entertaining your audience.
3. Do some sort of work that is not writing-related. Do something for yourself that either feeds your passion or your pocketbook. Finding ways to get away from your writing helps with the insecurities that come with our chosen profession by generating new ideas, writing inspiration, character developments, plot twists, etc. By leaving the writing behind, it truly helps keep the creative juices flowing, and sometimes helps deal with the financial droughts that come with the job as well.
4. Network with other writers and other professionals. Spend time with other writers in groups such as Romance Writers of America, Mystery Writers of America, etc. But also explore opportunities to be with other professionals as well. Find other organizations that cater to entrepreneurs where you can network and share ideas and energy with people who are building and maintaining their own businesses. Learn how they cope with the highs and lows of success.
5. Share your knowledge. Even if you are not publishing at the moment, you have a wealth of knowledge and experience that can be shared. You can keep your name out there in publishing circles by writing regular columns for magazines, guest blog on popular blogging sites, or write for trade publications that will still help you keep your writing skills sharp.
6. Never lose faith in yourself or your dreams. It always comes back to this. You decided to be a writer for some reason. You had something to say…a story to tell…a need to communicate with others. It’s a gift. Don’t take it lightly. Highs and lows are normal in any occupation. The trick is to learn how to ride them out, to keep your focus, and celebrate making it through the low times.
For more about Gerri and her work, visit her website.
Do you have any other tips to share? How have you made it through a difficult time in your life or your career?
Posted by Christina Brooke Sep 11 2010, 4:20 am in calming practices, Christine Wells, Jo Beverley, peeves, writing life
by Christine Wells
Do you find yourself getting irritated for very little cause these days?
When I worked in a legal firm, I would often put in twelve hour days and work on the weekends, too. Life was fast-paced and stressful. And I found myself getting irritated at the least little thing in the world outside that went against me. I had so many pet peeves, I could have filled a zoo.
I’ve left that life now, but I still feel the stress of deadlines and balancing writing and family life. We’re about to start a house renovation and won’t that do a lot to improve my blood pressure?
Here are just some of my pet(ty) peeves:
*People who leave the toilet seat up, which is closely tied to people who refuse to replace an empty toilet paper roll
*People who assume that because I am at home with children my time is less valuable than theirs
*Litter in public places–how hard is it to find a bin/trash can?
*People who spend the entire train ride talking loudly on their cell phone
*Rudeness from people in the “hospitality” industry.
*Sultanas. I wish sultanas had never been invented. Nasty, squishy little surprises that creep in to all sorts of food that would otherwise be delicious… Uh, sorry. See what I mean? The more stressed we get the more petty our peeves become.
But I realized one day that I need to let go of these small irritations to become a more effective writer. When your head is preoccupied with little things, it’s very hard to get the creative brain working to its full capacity.
How do you let go of stress? I’ve found some things that work–exercise, especially yoga, hypnosis, meditation. I imagine a session with the boxing gloves would help(though the only time I tried it I couldn’t lift my arms without pain for a week!)
Sometimes, all it takes is reminding myself that this time next week I’ll have forgotten all about this particular incident. Have a little tolerance, for goodness’ sake!
OK, so tell me your day to day pet peeves… and now tell me how you decompress. I’d love to add some strategies to my list!
Posted by Anna Campbell Mar 10 2010, 5:10 am in Anna Campbell, dessert, food, writing life
by Anna Campbell
Warning! Warning! Danger, Will Robinson!
This post contains at least 3,000 calories!
Ah, I love it when I get my just desserts! I mean the sort of meal where I just have dessert! Sigh. Swoon.
Whoops, there goes another 10,000 calores. Or perhaps I should say HERE COME another 10,000 calores!
But what a way to go!
Do you love desserts? Hmm, wonder if anyone will say no to that!
That burst of delicious sweetness that ends a perfect meal! The good bit with the chocolate or the lemon meringue or the cherries marinated in brandy.
For me, never strawberries.
It always shocks people but I can’t stand strawberries. Kind of ironic as I grew up in Australia’s strawberry-growing capital. We even had a strawberry festival every year which had contests like who could eat the most strawberries. NOOOOOOOO! I’ll tell you just where I hid the secret map with the microfilm if you don’t make me eat the strawberries! Don’t torture me anymore, you fruit Nazi! I don’t care how big your banana is!
My family never really ate desserts although my mum could put together a great apple pie. My grandmother on the other hand used to be a dessert fiend, most of them the really old-fashioned varieties that hardly anybody makes anymore. Her baked rice pudding was nirvana and she used to tart up her apple pie (oh, no, that’s a terrible pun) with rhubarb which was lovely.
Desserts are on my mind right now because I’ve recently had a wonderful weekend with my writing friends Denise Rossetti and fantastic Bandita Christine Wells. I love hosting the girls – I’m always sad when they go home!
One of the many things I love about these visits is that I get to play hostess with the mostess and put together some fancy meals. We always have a seafood feast with oysters and prawns and smoked salmon and Moreton Bay bugs (which are considerably yummier than they sound – a bit like a mini lobster). I do roast chicken and my roast potatoes which I have to say are a masterpiece of nature. Seriously worth visiting Australia to try!
And this time round, I did dessert. Last time Denise and Christine came, I took the easy route and just pulled out a big box of chocolates after dinner. Something that certainly happened recently. But I also went all out and made chocolate mousse – lots and lots and lots of it.
I have a couple of failsafe desserts that I tend to make until my guests are screaming with horror at the idea of yet another tiramisu.
Actually to be 100% honest, I’ve never actually had that happen but I’m sure it could.
Well, maybe not…
Anyway, chocolate mousse is one of those desserts. Easy, yummy, rich, and the perfect ending to any meal. And everybody loves it!
So let’s talk about the sweet stuff! Do you have a favorite dessert? Do you have a dessert you always cook up when you get visitors? Are there any favorite family desserts? What’s the best dessert you’ve ever eaten? And tell me, is chocolate mousse EVER the wrong choice?
Posted by admin Feb 18 2009, 5:39 am in Aunty Cindy explains it all for you, writing life
posted by Aunty Cindy aka Loucinda McGary
Long ago in those dark and endless days when I was still AYU (As Yet Unpublished) I spent waaay too much time deep in the Pit of Despair plagued by Doubt Demons.
I agonized over every submission. Second guessed myself. Fretted and stressed out about a lot of stuff over which I had no control whatsoever!
Was my query letter too long? Too short? Catchy enough? Too cutesy to be professional?
Would I ever find an editor who would actually READ my proposal, much less love it enough to make that all important OFFER? Should I send an email after three months? Six?
Why couldn’t I find an agent willing to take me on as a client? (Okay, still working on that one!) Or even REPLY to my queries?
Why did that contest judge give me an 8.5 instead of a 9.0? And what did she mean about my hero’s character arc? How much could he have in the first chapter?
Shoulda… Woulda… Coulda…
Ah yes, my lovelies, yer olde Aunty was a founding member of the Quivering, Insecure Worry Warts club! QIWW for short. Almost every AYU writer I knew was a card carrying member of the same club.
But SOMEDAY! Yes, someday when we were no longer AYU and had reached the exhaulted status of Published Authors, everything would be different!
IF ONLY!
The sad fact is, that being published has merely replaced all those worries with a whole load of new ones.
Will readers love my book?
Will reviewers?
Will I get a decent cover? Will anyone give me a cover quote? Will I sell enough copies to cover my advance?
Will my editor love my next book enough to buy it?
Will readers? Reviewers?
And so it goes… The fretting, the stress, the doubt demons are all still there! I’m still a card carrying member of the QIWW Club and looks like I will be for quite a long time!
What about you? Do you worry about things, even if you have no control over them? You can share them with yer olde Aunty.
‘Fess up! Are you a member of the QIWW Club?
Posted by admin Nov 18 2008, 5:49 am in Aunty Cindy explains it all for you, Critiquing, writing life
posted by Aunty Cindy aka Loucinda McGary
Everyone who has spent more than five minutes in the Lair knows that yer olde Aunty is NOT a morning person. Anything that happens before 10 a.m. West Coast Time is not something Aunty needs to know (unless, of course, it is a flight to a vacation destination)! You can imagine Aunty’s chagrin when last Thursday, she was awakened from dreamland at 8:30 by someone pounding on the front door.
NOBODY pounds on my door.
First, they must brave Aunty’s stalwart protectors the Pug-wa-wa and the Yorkie Unholy Terrier (aka Scylla and Charybdis). Should they happen to arrive when said obstacles are not in attendance, they will receive Aunty’s Nasty Lecture Number 23B which references the “No Solicitors” sign in plain view on the front gate, IF Aunty deigns to answer at all.
But last Thursday at the ungodly hour of 8:30 a.m. someone dared Scylla and Charybdis (who were barking like the hounds of Hades) to knock… LOUDLY! Figuring it must be something dire, I crawled out of bed, stumbled to the door, and peered through the security peep hole. I recognized the young man standing there in baggy shorts and flip-flops as my new neighbor who had introduced himself to the DH and me just last weekend. Scylla and Charybdis nipped at his bare ankles.
I opened the door just a crack and he reintroduced himself and said, “My wife locked me out. Can I use your phone?”
I let him in. I figured if the poor guy was desperate enough to brave my dogs and to see me in my jammies with no make-up and bed-head, he deserved one phone call!
Later that afternoon, I met my wonderfully talented critique partner, Jo-Mama for brainstorming and going over chapters of our works-in-progress.
I’ve just started a new Irish tale that doesn’t even have a title yet. Beginnings are always difficult for me. I never quite know where to jump into the story, and I don’t know my characters as well as I will a few chapters in. Plus, I’ve been having separation anxiety ever since The Wild Sight hit bookstores. (Will people LURVE my baby? Will readers “get” me and my story? Will I sell more than a dozen copies?)
I truly was wandering around feeling like the new story had locked me out! Keyless and clueless.
THANK GOODNESS for talented and insightful CPs! I swear, many times they have more knowledge of my WIP than I do. In the course of our discussion last Thursday afternoon, it quickly became apparent to me that Jo-Mama had done it again. She obviously had a far better handle on my new characters than I did! Then she made a comment, just ONE LITTLE DESCRIPTION of my heroine that made the proverbial light bulb go off inside my head!
BOOM! The lock opened and I had a lot more insight into my character. (Have I mentioned lately how much I LURVE my CP? That she is worth her weight in GOLD? And no, I will NOT share her!) I went home and made some well-placed revisions on my chapter that I know made it and my heroine so much stronger!
Sometimes the smallest thing can make such a big difference. Ask my poor neighbor, who stopped me yesterday to thank me again and tell me, “You really saved my life the other day.” I just said, “You’re welcome.”
No need to tell him that he provided the inspiration for my blog post, is there?
What about you? Ever been keyless or clueless? When was the last time something small made a BIG difference to you?
Posted by admin Oct 21 2008, 4:44 am in Aunty Cindy explains it all for you, harvest, writing life
posted by Aunty Cindy aka Loucinda McGary
Since it’s the harvest season here in the Western hemisphere, and time for sowing and new beginnings for our buddies down under, I’ve been thinking about the whole cycle of planting and reaping and anticipating rewards.
Most of the time, when I do something, I have certain expectations of the process and the outcome. For example, when I read a new book or watch a new movie I expect to be entertained by characters and situations, maybe learn something along the way, and generally enjoy myself for a few hours. When my BFF plants seed or seedlings in her garden, her expectations are to eventually have pretty flowers or delicious fruits and vegetables.
When I began my journey to publication, I had some definite expectations, some realistic and others not so much. I also developed new expectations as I went along, and each milestone along the way had me changing, discarding, and even achieving new and different expectations.
This whole journey has been a gigantic learning process. From learning the writing basics of plot, character development, and conflict, to the vast mysteries of query letters and submissions, down to copyedits and self-promotion, I’ve stumbled along, always expecting I’d find my way through, and I have. Sometimes the lessons haven’t been pleasant, but far more often I’ve enjoyed what I learned, and either way, I know I benefited.
And speaking of benefits… I’ve experienced many unexpected and wonderful ones!
When I finalled in the 2006 Golden Heart, I had some pretty big expectations, but I never thought I’d meet nineteen of the best friends I’ve ever had! I certainly didn’t expect that a contest would ultimately result in being part of the coolest community in cyber-space, but here I am with all of you!
Over a year ago, when I sold my first book, I knew that ultimately I would see my dream of publication come true. Well, just a few days ago I finally saw my first book on the store shelves, but now I know that this is only part of the harvest that I’ve enjoyed and will continue to enjoy for a long time to come. Thanks to the magic of the internet, I know that my book is in libraries all over the country and in the hands of readers all around the world! And I know unforeseen dividends will continue to surprise and delight me and far surpass my wildest expectations.
What about you? Where are you in the process of sowing and harvesting? What kinds of expectations have you had that happened or didn’t? Care to share some unexpected rewards?
Posted by admin Aug 18 2008, 4:09 am in Aunty Cindy explains it all for you, character, writing craft, writing life
posted by Aunty Cindy
Not long ago, I was working on the back stories for the main characters in my latest proposal. I decided my hero’s father had recently passed away and his mother died a long time ago. That’s when I realized how many fictional characters are orphans or have at least one deceased family member, usually a parent.
 The hero of my Golden Heart final was an orphan, and both the hero and heroine of my debut novel The Wild Sight have lost their mothers. In yet another of my unpublished tomes, the heroine lost both parents in a car accident. SHEESH! Did I have a freakish propensity for killing off family?
But then I started looking at some other books I’ve read… I hope it’s not too much for a spoiler to reveal that Donna’s Mrs. Brimley is an orphan, as are Christine’s heroine Gemma in Scandal’s Daughter and Anna C.’s Verity in Claiming the Courtesan. Poor Gemma and Mrs. Brimley don’t even have siblings! At least Verity and my heroes and heroines also have a sibling or two, though usually in my stories the sib turns out to be a bossy older sister. (Can’t imagine where I came up with such a character!)
 Nor is this a recent phenomenon. Remember Dickens’ penchant for orphans – Oliver Twist, Pip in Great Expectations? Can’t forget Cosette in Hugo’s Les Misérables. Or Bronte’s poor, plain Jane Eyre? Clearly authors have been killing off family members for quite some time. Oedipus Rex anyone?
Could it be that characters who have a “normal” family (whatever that is!) are just not good fodder for stories? Must a character be orphaned or suffer the loss of a family member to be interesting?
 What do you think? Have you read, or written any books lately where the main character was not an orphan, but had a full family complement intact?
Posted by admin Jun 18 2008, 5:32 am in Aunty Cindy explains it all for you, character, writing life
posted by Aunty Cindy
 I’ve never listened to a lot of pop music, but back in the day when I was newly divorced, I went on a blind date to a Billy Joel concert. While I never saw Mr. Blind Date again, I did develop an appreciation for the lyrics in Billy Joel songs. One of my favorites was “The Stranger,” a song about the masks everybody wears and the faces that we show only ourselves. I think the reason this song resonated so strongly with me is because I’ve always felt myself “a stranger,” someone set apart from everyone else.
As a young child, I realized not everybody had this “other life” going on inside their heads the way I did. My parents, siblings and the few friends I confided in thought me extremely odd. I wore my weirdness as a badge of honor through my rebellious teens and into my twenties. Whenever I had to “fit in” or be “normal” I rummaged in my trunk and donned the appropriate mask – devoted spouse, doting mother, dependable employee. But I was always secure in the knowledge that it was never the “real” me.
The “real” me was the stranger, aloof, untouchable, and she obviously scared people who got a glimpse of her. My (then) husband, my mother, my best friend… Sometimes she even scared ME! I had to keep her well hidden, but I always knew she was there, lurking behind those other masks — familiar masks that made her acceptable, able to blend in. But I cherished my stranger, because Billy was right, she wasn’t always evil and she wasn’t always wrong.
 Best of all, when I was writing, I could pull all those other masks out of my psychological trunk and try them on my characters! All those lovely masks the stranger wore became pieces within all my heroes, and all my villains too. Then, as I met more and more writers both in person and online, I discovered we all did the same thing. They had that “other life” going on too! But the revelation was double-edged. I felt relief but with wariness.
While we often traded secrets, the other life and the stranger are dangerous and require protection. What is all right to reveal in fictional characters is still not openly acknowledged in one’s self. Most all of us came to writing from someplace or someone else. We learned our lessons well. Show what we must. Show what we dare. We writers must wear masks too. And I’ve been my stranger for far too long.
 How well can you ever really know someone else? How well do you think they know you? To paraphrase Billy: did you ever let another see the stranger in yourself?
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