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I Wrote A Novel For My Degree, And I'm Very Happy I Didn't Submit That To A Publisher. I Sympathize With My Professors Who Had To Read It.

Start Early And Work Hard. A Writer's Apprenticeship Usually Involves Writing A Million Words (which Are Then Discarded) Before He's Almost Ready To Begin. That Takes A While.

It's Only A Story, Isn't It?"... "who's To Say What's Only A Story And What's Truth Disguised As A Story?

...if There's A Noise In The Woods, And There's Nobody Around To Hear It, Is It Really A Noise?" "of Course It Is," She Replied Calmly. "how Did You Reach That Conclusion?" Beldin Demanded. "because There's No Such Thing As An Empty Place, Uncle. There Are Always Creatures Around --wild Animals, Mice, Insects, Birds --and They Can All Hear." "but What If There Weren't? What If The Woods Are Truly Empty?" "why Waste Your Time Talking About An Impossibility?

I Thought You Said You Were The One In Charge!" Ce'nedra Exclaimed. I Lied." Silk Said. "it's A Vice I Have.