My novel is a bird. Yep, you heard me correct. A bird. My novel has taken flight and is out in the world. Never before has anyone ever read any of it. Well, that isn’t true entirely. My fiction writing professor in college read the first two chapters but now that it has a different beginning, she technically has only read the second and that was years ago. Much has changed since then. I finished my first round of editing tonight and offered to share my work with any of my friends who would brutally critique it. So…
I’m in a rut. This happens to me every few months. It’s the reason I have taken so long completing this book. I started this book about three and a half years ago. It may seem like it shouldn’t take very long to write a book. I mean, I know the characters well, I know what I want to accomplish with them. Why is it taking so long? The answer? I get in ruts. Obnoxious ruts. I spend months not writing. I’ve been pretty good about it this time around. I’…
