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I brushed the lock of hair out of my eyes for the millionth time as I stared at the blank Word document. It was a novel this time, something edgy and raw, something that would be shocking in its honesty and its realism. I set the scene and threw in descriptors. I revealed enough in the opening lines to set the stage, but not too much. A good story only told you what you needed to know. Nothing more, nothing less.
I finished writing the first page and hit save. I named the file "novel attempt number 445246.doc". It was an ...