My fiction feels like a way to prove myself, and that isn’t healthy. The relationship must either change or end.
How the beautiful promise of a published novel narrowed my focus too much.
I’ve got some catching up to do: books to read, a book to write, a new course of study on the horizon…
From my year in Europe to the final excruciating days of writing draft two.
In 2003, aged 9, I decided to write a novel. Nearly 20 years later, I’m still working on it. Find out why.