"The novelist is more like a pregnant woman who delivers her own child unaided. A messy procedure, with lots of groaning.

Only one-tenth of what you write will make it into your manuscript, but when you knock on that tenth” – I rap my knuckles on the table – “you’ll hear oaken solidity, not sawdust and glue.
Only one-tenth of what you write will make it into your manuscript, but when you knock on that tenth...
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