This is how I feel when someone interrupts me while I’m in the middle of a new book. Now, I don’t mean something like asking if I need anything from the store, or bringing me dinner. I’m talking about the big interruptions. The kind that break my stride for days at a time.
I have no idea how others do it. All too often, I hear about writers who work full time (I’m a part-time day-jobber and full-time author). They go in for the 8-5 job, slave away, come home, take care of their families, and...
Published on September 25, 2016 13:28