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Really, becoming a writer sounds more like a mental illness than a professional choice.

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Shannon Hale
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: January 26
Author
Fantasy Author
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Salt Lake City
Utah
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Becoming
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Really
Illness
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Mental
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