Imaginary Friends

In some ways, writing novels is like spending all day, every day, with your imaginary friends—the way you did when you were a child and poured a cup of imaginary tea for a friend no one could see, or insisted your mother kiss the invisible Emily goodnight or leave a seat for Jim at the dinner table.

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