I finally sent my edited manuscript to my editor a few days ago. I was stunned for several hours, and kept imagining seeing Claude at 28 taking down my pictures from the walls and hanging up his instead and eating leftovers from my refrigerator (he was always hungry at 28, so I hope he likes cold pasta). I am mulling over which of seven books is the best one to do next. The first thing I had to do was clean the house or move out; I cleaned a very little bit. Now I am reading someone else's novel!
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