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 Writing fiction is not all there is to my life, but writing is a big part of it. When there isn't a tale in progress, the house seems a little too big and overly quiet. The voices in my head for months or years suddenly are silent and absent from that inner space as vast and empty as a desert. There is nothing to do then but wait for something to come along and fill it.

But even the desert has it's own peculiar lives. While I wait, other unplanned and unsought things begin to happen. Be still and wordless for a long enough time in any place and your life comes to meet you. We don't find ourselves in the end, only discover that we were found all along.

Henry's books.

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