May 2011
1 post
Bam
In June, I threw out everything that I had written on my novel so far and started fresh. At the time, I had been thinking about the book and dreaming and fretting over it for more that three years. Less than a year after we were married, my wife told me to sit down at the kitchen table and start writing already. Eighteen months later, I’d managed to eke out 50,000 words, about 160 manuscript...