Writing a novel is like falling in and out of love. It’s a relationship with stages. There’s bliss, angst, reconciliation, and letting go. There are beginnings, middles and ends. And also sometimes shouting and tears. Beginnings are tough for me. Nothing intimidates me more than staring at a blank page. There’s absolutely nothing there but a sea of white. I chew on my lip and doubt myself. Can I conjure something from nothing? What if it never comes together? I reluctantly tap out a first lin...
Published on April 15, 2019 14:21