Janet Evanovich

Lots of times I’m not crazy about the writing, but I keep moving ahead and somehow it gets better. The important thing is to move forward.

Lots of times I’m not crazy about the writing, but I keep moving ahead and somehow it gets better. The important thing is to move forward.

– Janet Evanovich –

How I Write: Secrets of a Bestselling Author

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