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I was perched on the edge of a cliff in a dusty Coloradan canyon, standing there by choice, despite the fact that I have a dizzying fear of heights. So clearly — I mean,
very obviously — I had no urge to jump.
And yet jump I did…
three, two, one, oh God no… This wasn’t exactly a case of facing your fear and doing it anyway. I jumped because I felt obligated to do so. Literature made me do it. I jumped because I owed it to several of my fictional creations...