“He made it a rule never to tell anyone the contents of stories he was still writing. It would be like a jinx. The moment the words left his mouth, a certain something would vanish like the morning dew. Subtle nuances would become superficial scenes. Secrets would no longer be secrets.34.”

“He made it a rule never to tell anyone the contents of stories he was still writing. It would be like a jinx. The moment the words left his mouth, a certain something would vanish like the morning dew. Subtle nuances would become superficial scenes. Secrets would no longer be secrets.34.”

— Matthew Strecher