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It takes a lot of energy and a lot of neurosis to write a novel.
If you were really sensible, you’d do something else.
~Lawrence Durrell
A couple weeks ago I was hangin’ around, carrying out my usual schedule of child rearing, cleaning and work. This schedule, as has been pointed out before, consumes every available hour plus many more hours than actually exist, at least according to the traditional view of how time flows.
Somewhere between playing yet another game of baby races and wiping yet another poopy behind, I got an email.
The email was from an agent. A literary agent. Who was interested in speaking to me about writing, you know, a book or something. ‘Cause she, um, liked the way I wrote and thought that maybe, possibly, I had a novel in me somewhere.
Er? Excuse me? Really?
So now my questions are these: How does someone who doesn’t hardly have time to write a grocery list find the time to write a novel?
And what sort of novel should that person write?
Suggestions on either topic gratefully accepted in the comments below.

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