Every time I write a book, and I mean EVERY time, I reach a point about half way in when it all looks like its falling apart. The idea now sounds stupid, the characters aren’t working, the prose blows chunks, the images and impressions make no sense. In Lifewriting terms, this is the “Dark Night of the Soul” of the process. I have lost all perspective on WHY I want to do it. And for years, I would talk to Nicki’s mom Toni, and say the following: “Sweetie…do I always reach a point where...
Published on October 10, 2017 10:18