This past April I finally put fingers to keyboard and began to type. And type. And delete. And type a little bit more. And scream. Loudly. It was a vicious cycle. One that kept me up at night thinking about my characters and wondering where they would go next. While at other times, I did my best to pretend they never existed, and I never opened Pandora’s box.
But I did.
Three months later I’m finally ready to share. Well, sort of. If I had the option to wait, I probably would. Now you might be wondering why I don’t have the option to wait. It’s not that I don’t, but I’m afraid if I did – the book would never be finished.
It’s so easy to nitpick, forever. You could tweak and tweak until there is no story left, and you finally give up, thinking it will never be finished. Because it never is. I don’t think any story is ever truly complete. What I aim for is writing the best story I can.
I’m excited to share, Cursed, a Jolie and Franck novella with you tomorrow. It’s the story of a young woman who takes a job with a mysterious private investigator. I had a blast writing it (mostly) and I hope you have a blast reading it.
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