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When you live for stories, when you spend so much of your time immersed in careful constructs of three and five acts, it sometimes feels like you’re just stumbling through the rest of life, trying to divine meaningful narrative threads from the chaos. Which, as I learned the hard way this weekend, can be painfully fruitless. Fiction is there when real life fails you. But it’s not a substitute.
‘Sometimes all we have is the knowledge that something extraordinary exists in the universe, even if we can’t be the ones to claim it. Sometimes that has to be enough,’ ”
I’m okay with my reality, as messy and imperfect as it may be. I don’t really know what comes next, but honestly, isn’t that the best part of writing a story anyway? Maybe it’s the best part of real life, too.
