Frances MayesYou never know, of course, when you write a book what its fate will be. Sink out of sight, soar to the sun—who knows. I love this quote from Frances Mayes. It pretty much sums up the Great Unknown of book writing.
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You never know, of course, when you write a book what its fate will be. Sink out of sight, soar to the sun–who knows. I love this quote from Frances Mayes. It pretty much sums up the Great Unknown of book writing.
Source: Under The Tuscan Sun
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