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How George Saunders calmed me down

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I wrote a short story this afternoon, for a new writing group I’ve joined, and I think I like it. And that’s saying a lot. I don’t know if I’ve ever liked a short story I’ve written. Oh, there have been parts. A sentence, a description, a turn of phrase that I recognize works. But mostly, my feelings about my darlings range from neutral to contemptuous. This time, however, today, I… feel tender…