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At some point in my life I started reading biographies on my favorite authors, and then biographies on authors I didn't know who would become my favorite. Writers are a tricky bunch. They're internal and moody, often with demons and self-doubt and personalities that don't always translate socially. Not that they don't thrive socially but that there are pieces of them that seem to be so hidden from view, so concealed, that only come out in their writing. The best ones can translate that, they can move what's in their head to the paper. I struggle with that from time to time. I think blogging has made it worse for me. I can easily write a blog, but concocting fiction? It gets harder and harder.