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i borrowed game of thrones and read the first chapter. or is it the fucking prologue. you know, they go in the snow, the douche kid wers his black sable, asks graves or whatevr if he's "unmanned by the dark" or what not. nice little chapter. reads like a short story.

i've been afraid to move forward i think. if it turns to shit it will ruin it for me.

can you write a novel as a series of short-stories? i guess that could be a thing. it's funny that it had never occurred to me before.

alice munro said she was practicing for her novel and then realize she'd never make it. maybe she unwittingly did. the same way.

btw a lot of coincidences today.