Something I Hate about Writing
When I decided to write novels, I pictured myself sitting at a desk pounding out one great line after another. Sitting in a coffee shop, sipping on a latte, and taking in the humanity that passed by. I even imagined being called to New York City to meet with an agent or editor. A dozen years and four books later, reality had set in. “You sure have a vivid imagination,” Willow, my Muse, spoke from […]
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