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My commute was one hour each way. I hopped on the freeway and the first thing I saw was traffic. I then sat in traffic for the next hour pretty much staring at the bumper of the car in front of me.
There is that connection I mentioned in the beginning of this book that seeps into my brain over the airwaves. The author is having...
Bradley Charbonneau is an “unstoppable writing machine.”
It's just so easy. It's probably harder to not do it.