<![CDATA[Sincerely, Romance with Marjorie Muller: Draft Diaries]]>https://marjoriemuller.substack.com/s/draft-diarieshttps://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!nAeo!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F1f0a7d7c-3527-4203-aa93-4a384def1d95_500x500.pngSincerely, Romance with Marjorie Muller: Draft Diarieshttps://marjoriemuller.substack.com/s/draft-diariesSubstackMon, 08 Jun 2026 13:07:02 GMT<![CDATA[Draft Diaries #1: The Novel I Stopped Writing]]>https://marjoriemuller.substack.com/p/draft-diaries-1-the-novel-i-stoppedhttps://marjoriemuller.substack.com/p/draft-diaries-1-the-novel-i-stoppedFri, 08 May 2026 16:03:14 GMTPicture this: a temperate September afternoon in the Poconos.

I’m sitting outside, sun warming my skin despite the chill in the air.

A bright green inchworm crawls up my water bottle.

I’ve just finished the first draft of my novel.

An electric feeling, especially after handwriting though two legal pads. Literally, muscles pulsate. Metaphorically, I soar…

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