Try, Try, and Try Again

Restlessness. For me it’s a word that’s as dangerous as procrastination. It has power, real power, to tackle me to the ground the way the ball carrier does in a game of rugby. Restless, I feel caught between the mountain and the valley. It’s a type of paralysis. I don’t know how to move forward, which leaves me feeling hopeless.

In a way, I am caught now between the mountain and the valley as I work to recreate my debut novel, Freestyle Love. First published in 2011, it sold about 300 copies...