For some time I’ve been thinking of turning a corner with my blog. This year is challenging in a million different ways, and for me one of these challenges is the need to redefine my identity as a writer, or perhaps my relationship to writing, my expectations for it. I started blogging when posts were supposed to start a conversation, but I find that’s not why I write. I write
One Saturday early in these weird 2020 times, a hundred hopes and dreams laid out before me, including the novel I’m working on and the novel I’m trying to move to the next step after that, I suddenly needed to finish something. The unfinished reading I could knock out the easiest happened to be A Night to Remember, the true story of the sinking of the Titanic by Walter Lord.