Wherein I discuss (sporadically at best) writing, reading, books & movies, grammar & punctuation, the publishing process, running, mental health, running for mental health, and whatever else happens to move me.
I had managed to avoid Jane Austen until I was 41, counting her among the many dead white writers who’d gotten plenty of attention and surely didn’t need mine. But I'm not sure I would have made it through the hellscape of 2020 without her.
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