I am so. sorry. I remember when we first met. I was taking a writing course through The Institute of Children's Literature in CT, and I had an assignment and you just kind of came to me, piece by piece. I loved you instantly, but as the course drew to a close I tucked you away and we grew apart. The next time I saw you, I had grown up a little and I felt like you should too. And so over the years I worked on you, picking you apart chapter by chapter and word by word until I had pretty much mangled you. Sometimes I get a glimpse of what you could be, and that fills me with anticipation and I move forward. Other times I hate you and I kind of want to rip you up into tiny pieces and light you on fire. Ours is a complicated, passionate affair. But through it all, you have been waiting for me to get it together and help you get published... I'm still working on it.
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