What Blogging Is

Early in the writing of a book, the mind is a jostle. It's bump and grind. It's lonely. It's spending six hours writing a sentence or two, and wondering the next day, What was I thinking? If I can't get a scene right, I can't move on. In the beginning, I hardly move on.

Yesterday, though, I had this mini-breakthrough. I had something that might be something; I wanted someone to tell. But how do you justify crashing in on another's day—smashing up whatever thoughts they're having with your