Been a while since I’ve written a novel from zero. Four years ago I had a project list. There were six unedited books but other than rewrites the story was there. People who go to space need to adjust every time they go far out there. Same goes with writers, even if it’s their tenth book. Filling in the void of the expansive peaceful nothingness, doesnt come natural. The story is up here, but it is stubborn being told. Felt good though to tap again. The book is like the primordial Frankenstein, it’s almost… alive.
Adventures In American Writing 