Confessions of a Noob Author

How did it feel writing my first novel?

Well, some days I felt like I was stumbling through a Siberian tundra, frostbitten and starving, with a hundred-pound weight on my back, and Russian oligarchs hunting me for sport. The words wouldn’t come, or if they did they were terrible, as if Satan had intercepted them and twisted them into evil gibberish when they were en route from my muse.

Other days I felt like I was whirling and chirping through the air like a carefree bird. I dropped paragraph...