By Brandon Christopher     There’s an image near the end of the last issue of Neil Gaiman’s Sandman comic book series that features Shakespeare, alone in his study in Stratford, toiling away with his quill as he struggles to write The Tempest. It’s a familiar image: the author-as-genius struggling in isolation to capture his elusive muse, allowing it to speak through him as he writes. In this vision of authorship, the work emerges fully formed from the author’s pen, a perfect gem he (and it is almost always he) bestows upon the world.   It’s a familiar image, for
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