Photo by Cristol Grey (I’m pretty sure)
March 30, 2022
That moment you know that you have to write another book. And the way that you know is the seed of an idea, which has silently been sprouting, blooms in an unexpected instant and fills your whole heart with dread. Because it isn’t going to be the novel you thought you would write. It is going to be another true story. And you don’t know how to make this thing, and you don’t know what, exactly, it is. So, of course, you have to find out. You must leap, once again, into the dark abyss, with no knowledge or regard for where you might land. If only you had a choice to stay safe…