Novel Matters: Why You Shouldn't Talk About Your Novel

Perhaps a bit paradoxical to post this to a blog dedicated to my novel-in-progress. But I have never looked at this issue quite this way before, and her reasoning makes profound sense.

Novel Matters: Why You Shouldn't Talk About Your Novel: I was talking to a writer friend of mine recently and one of the many subjects we touched on was what happens when a writer talks about his/...

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