Two summers ago, I was working on the rewrites for Flora and Ulysses. I worked by doing lots of small sessions all day long. I started early in the morning at the table on the front porch; and then, once the sun was up and the world was awake, I moved to my desk. Late in the afternoon, I set up shop at the dining room table.
Every day, I moved through the house in this methodical way, rewriting two pages at a time.
I truly didn’t think I would ever finish.
Yesterday, I got home and discovered a big box on my front porch: finished copies of Flora and Ulysses.
I stood there and unpacked the books and put them on the porch table; and I remembered that summer two years ago and how I thought I would never finish.
But look! Here it is! Here they are!
A stack of books on my front porch.
Here is my heart, my work.
Here is the story of a girl and a squirrel.

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