I dream each night of dark water. Pulsing, swirling, ever approaching, but it does not drown my toes. The threat, but never the reality. Waiting.
We’re terrified to deceive you into thinking we’re “good enough.” We feel weirdly guilty for making every sale.
Do you make vows to write every day, but fail at keeping them? Here’s the trick to solving that…
Aren’t you tired of writing the same thing? Don’t you see that all of your books look the same?
I never hid what I am, though I’ve played the roles I felt I was supposed to here and there, but I’ve also never just outright owned it. And this morning, I went on the local radio station and told the whole region.
Why am I so free in my personal life, but then paralyzed when it’s time to put the words out there? Isn’t that the whole of what I do?
Scientists have proven that our olfactory sense is the most direct route to memory — and yet we can’t keep any of it.
When I write, I aim in my mind not toward New York but toward a vague spot a little to the east of Kansas…