My Name was Supposed to be Elizabeth Ann

I write stories about stories–Reading them, writing them, living them

While I’m away, a story from the archives… To give a thing a name, a label, a handle; to rescue it from anonymity, to pluck it out of the Place of Namelessness, in short to identify it—well, that’s a way of bringing the said thing into being. — Iff to Haroun in Salman Rushdie’s Haroun …

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