There are few things more delicious than being in a midst of a novel you love working on. You know where you’re going, you’re reasonably confident about where you’ve been, and your characters are starting to feel like old friends.
And then there’s the moment you start a new novel, when all you have is a blank white void staring back at you.
It should be exciting, like the start of a road trip to anywhere. But for some writers, like me, it’s mostly terrifying. Like, what if, halfway through ou...
Published on May 24, 2017 15:12