So today at 4:30, I finished reading out loud. Here’s a look inside my mind: Saturday: 9 pages in 1 hour Tuesday: 9 pages in 1/2 an hour Wednesday: 16 pages in 1 1/2 hours Thursday: 52 pages in 6 hours Friday: 84 pages in 9 hours Saturday: 95 pages in 8 1/2...
I’m in Provincetown doing what I do best–shutting out everything except for the essential in order to complete a project–a hopefully final read-thru on my novel. When I got here on Wednesday, I went to the grocery, and since then, I’ve only...
I can’t possibly be this old and yet I am. Resisting the truth doesn’t make me any more comfortable in my ever more freckled skin. So for the second year in a row, I’m greeting my age and giving it a great big hug. I found that last year’s opening to...
During the holidays, at a cocktail party, someone asked me how my novel was coming. Can I buy it yet? Another Christmas, I thought, another year where nothing had changed on the outside. I dreaded annual events and these questions to which I had no good answers. But...
In January of 2013, I started a new novel, working on it for eighteen months like a woman possessed. In September of last year, when I said it was ready, my agent sent it to just a few editors. While it was out, I took a four-month break. The novel didn’t sell...
When I sat down at my desk this morning, I realized I had forgotten to add a link to yesterday’s post on the 365-days page, and when I went to do that, it took me a minute to come up with the one true thing about that post. That’s how I knew I had not...
