---
The closest thing I have to a biological clock started ticking: If books are going to be your children, you might want to get on with that, because you're twenty-eight and you haven't published any kind of novel yet.
I already have a toe in the door, but Black Ribbon is just sitting there, set aside in its figurative drawer the way they tell you to, and I've been freewriting ideas to expand the story, but... it's all smoke and no fire, you know?
So I decided to try to get the fire going again.
>> Black Ribbon
>> Writing
Comments (0)
You don't have permission to comment on this page.