If you ask me how my writing is going, I will tell you the book is currently stuck in the third paragraph of chapter 4 but this morning I thought of a way to skip the boring (good novels are life without the boring parts, Elmore Leonard says), so at least I have my heading. I swear if I can get myself out of this chapter, I can do anything.
The problem with being a writer who wants to be published someday is that you have to stir several half-cooked pots at once. You write a thing, revise it, send it away – either to your agent or your editor or to people you hope to become one of these, and then you have to start some other thing lest you go mad with the wait. Unfortunately, this greatly interferes
Well, after sending my novel off to safely wait its turn with Holly, I finally finished this delightful book, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. So. Charming, that book. Its harsh realism during a description of a concentration camp shocked me to pieces in the midst of small, personal stories about what it was like to live on an English island during the German occupation. (Absolutely delicious example: