I remember talking on a payphone on Turbot Street to my brother about an amazing new fantasy series I had been planning and was working on. He didn’t know it, and I would hardly admit it to him or to myself, but it was A Song of Ice and Fire slightly dressed up, with names and plot details altered just enough to make me feel like I was being original. And of course I never wrote a word beyond vague, sketched out notes.
-8 June 2015
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