Seven years into writing a novel, I started to lose my mind. My thirty-seventh birthday had just come and gone, the end of 2008 was approaching, and I was constantly aware of how little I had managed to accomplish.
At the Home Run Derby, you're expected to hit home runs. You're up there trying to hit home runs.
The innocence that feels no risk and is taught no caution, is more vulnerable than guilt, and oftener assailed.
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