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08/31/2010 01:59 pm ET | Updated May 25, 2011

A Weekend Away With My Manuscript

You've dumped your bags and coat and suddenly an inviting tryst feels very like waiting alone with a stranger for something possibly awful to happen in a cramped space which includes an embarrassing bed. Perhaps you fumble around with a paragraph here and there and find that you're not in the mood -- many of the words are in the wrong place and a bit, somehow, chilly.

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