Sitting there, typing words-
pushing the characters along, like bikes with training wheels, like meals spoon full by spoon full, until the characters can learn to ride by themselves, know that pumpkin and broccoli are good for them and actually delicious. That's when I know that I have a story and it moves in the real world. But today I am pushing a wobbly bike, saying steer to the right, keep pedaling, keep pedaling.
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