15.
About my ghost story.
The last months of writing felt so urgent and breathless, a panicked kind of tumbling, a rush to meet the deadline.
Then I wrote 'the end', and sent it to my editors.
And now what.
Just sitting quietly in a boat.
The last months of writing felt so urgent and breathless, a panicked kind of tumbling, a rush to meet the deadline.
Then I wrote 'the end', and sent it to my editors.
And now what.
Just sitting quietly in a boat.
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