Those Three Magic Words…

[image error]I fell out of love with my book yesterday.  I wasn't really surprised. This happens with every book I write.

At first it's the newness of the relationship that makes me excited to meet the book over coffee every morning.  Every spare moment I have, I spend dreaming about the book: what it's thinking, where it's going, what it might say the next time we meet. I love it, and what we might be together.

Then, after awhile, I begin to notice the flaws.  It promised me it would be exciting and take m...