Phew. Writing is hard. I’m glad that I’m not alone in it. As I share my journey over a cup of coffee (or tea), I know we’re going to learn from one another.
The unfinished work: when good is the enemy of great
The passing of my favourite fiction writer, Spanish novelist Carlos Ruiz Zafon in June of this year at the age of fifty-five, evoked two distinct emotions within me: gratitude and guilt. The source of my gratitude is easy to identify and simple to explain. The...