Posted by
Aimee Stahlberg on May 2nd, 2012 in
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For the last several weeks, I’ve had dreams that I write really awful gangster stories. They somehow turned into novels, plays, and movie scripts, too. They contained the elements of story that I had been trained to look for, care about: functional dialogue, plot, three-dimensional characters, change. These stories were nothing typical of anything I’d ever write. And when I say that they were bad, I mean...