My lovely, nebulous book is trying to tell me what it finally wants to become, now that the research trips are complete, notes have been gathered and chapters drafted. I strain to hear its whisper amongst the clatter of family life and so feel a growing need to hide, to disappear into a writing cave—to take myself into the dark. All those months that se…
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