Sometimes I wonder if I would make progress on my book if someone was literally holding a gun to my head. You know, like in Misery, which I read when I was like 13.
Lately I *think* about it a lot. My book, that is. I think about the story, the characters, the scenes, the dialogue. It all feels very complete and vivid in my mind. So why isn’t it being typed?
I’ve had good excuses for a while now: new job, new house, etc etc. But those aren’t so new anymore.
Where is my number one fan when I need her?
I am going to give you another thing to do instead of write – feedback payback! My thesis is getting ready to go and could use some editing, if you are still willing to help???
sure i can take a look at it!