As usual, the middle of my story is bloated up with air and foam. I wave an arm through it, can’t see my own hand. This always happens with me. I think I need to go to a plot workshop. You know, come to think of it, I once did go to a plot workshop, … Continue reading →

Sometimes I want to be writing a YA novel, and I move deeply into a scene, sure of what I’m doing, and all is well. Sometimes I want to be writing simply a novel, a novel I would find on a shelf and read, so then I must be writing literary fiction, and I move … Continue reading →