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‘Having timed her by her only possible train, he locked the door about mid-day, and crossed the hollow field to the verge of the upland by the Brown House, where he stood and looked over the vast prospect northwards, and over the nearer landscape in which Alfredston stood.
“Characters are not created by writers. They pre-exist and have to be found” –Elizabeth Bowen
*If you’re anything like me, the most unique characters are a part of your every day life!*
(Please remember: My titles are always the ironic, boring version of what the author actually wrote!)
In my endeavors to enter graduate school, I’ve been researching (going down several rabbit holes) to further tease apart that elusive “author-self” relationship in the narrative, specifically that apex of choosing: memoir or true fiction? 449 more words