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After just going through that little high of being able to call myself a published writer, I have now decided that I am not a writer at all. Yes, I have a gift for stringing words into interesting sentences, and I can come with nice little story lines once in a while, but that does not make me a writer any more than being able to crack a joke makes one a comedian, or going skydiving makes one a

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Unless I'm mistaken, (and I could very well be given the whole daylight savings thing) right this second we are slipping into NaNoWriMo. That's National Novel Writing Month for those of you not in the know: 30 days of enraptured writing which, in a perfect world, ends with you having written a 50 000 word novel. Needless to say, I have signed up because, well, I'm a writer. Or potential writer.

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