It took me all summer to write “How To Hear Music.” The first year of my MFA program was behind me, and after a year of furious writing I was exhausted. I had no new ideas, no new stories to tell. I was living in Berlin.

Every day my boyfriend and I would choose a new cafe to write in — I was diligent, and disciplined, and hopeful. I believed that if I kept writing, if I just sat down to write something, anything, every day, something would come of it. And after 3 months of daily free associating, just a few weeks before I was to return to California, something did.

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