A novelist has a great opportunity. To create a
life. As he would have it. May be no more than a dream. But with one's
imagination, one could live the dream. It’s a way to cope. Pretending .
Pretending. And pretending some more. Yes, one has the power. To create
happiness. Contentment. I imagine that’s what god did. After he created the
world. Dimmed the house lights. Leaned back. And enjoyed the show. Exactly what
I’m trying to do. --Jim Broede
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