As a writer I’m on a journey. I don’t know the destination, only that each book I write is another way-station. It is an inward journey, seeking myself by telling stories of imaginary people who overcome bitter challenges and learn from them. I invite readers to accompany me at the rate of a book each year or two. If they are interested in my direction, they will come along for the ride. If not, they can jump off. I could change direction to accommodate the passengers, but then I wouldn’t reach my destination but their’s. And so here I am again: with the hint of an idea and a blank page, eager to discover where we are headed.
Published on July 10, 2018 04:46