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It is a good morning. I finished a story last night (if a story can ever really be finished) and sent it to seven journals. I woke up feeling the satisfaction that comes with accomplishment. While drinking my coffee and reading emails, I discovered a beautiful sentence. It was written by Henry Finder, the editorial director of The New Yorker, about Jill Lepore, author and New Yorker staff writer. Mr. Finder states:
" . . . there’s not a speck of dust on her prose."
Wow. That is a compliment I'd like to receive someday.