Just kill me now.
Okay, I’m joking. Well, mostly. Don’t kill me, I’m too busy. Novels to write, books to review, that sort of thing. 488 more words
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“The world is violent and mercurial—it will have its way with you. We are saved only by love—love for each other and the love that we pour into the art we feel compelled to share: being a parent; being a writer; being a painter; being a friend.
How often do you stop to think about your journey as a writer? If you had to choose, would you say you are plotting your life, or pantsing it? 1,159 more words