Writing does not exist unless there is someone to read it, and each reader will take something different from a novel, from a chapter, from a line.

Claire Fuller
Writing does not exist unless there is someone to read...
Writing does not exist unless there is someone to read...
Writing does not exist unless there is someone to read...
Writing does not exist unless there is someone to read...
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There are times when my mind is so full of ideas that my fingers can hardly keep up. The more I think, the more I feel the need to write. I have to write down what I am thinking or it winds up flying out of my head. Sometimes, though not often, I have to take a break from writing so that my mind can return to its normal state.

Source: Swimming Lessons

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