Lanterns in the Fog: Reading the Market Without Losing Your Voice
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The fog came early and thick, wrapping the street in a quiet that made the kettle’s whistle sound like a bird. You set a mug on the desk where scattered Post-its glowed like small flags, your latest draft tucked beneath a paperweight with a chipped corner. Somewhere a truck downshifted, somewhere else a neighbor laughed, and in the soft in-between, you could almost hear your book breathing. You don’t want to chase a trend; you want to be found.