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Gestating characters feels something like the mental equivalent of gestating a baby. In both cases, to create them you lose yourself. Or at least you reshape yourself to encompass them.

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Ann Brashares
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: July 30
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
City of Alexandria
Virginia
Character
Mental
Feels
Characters
Something
Baby
Like
Cases
Lose
Loses
Reshape
Least
Encompass
Create
Equivalent

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