Novels are not easy, especially when you are a Level 20 procrastinator like myself. (It’s an art, at this point.) I have been struggling with carving out time to write. That is something I knew would be a problem jumping into this whole endeavor. I thought all I would need to do is accept that fact, adjust my approach accordingly and let the words flow! But I have been running into a completely different type of problem. Emotionally, I have some things I need to work out and oddly enough, these things are manifesting themselves in my story. But “Hello, Harbor” does not have room for my personal issues, so I have decided to press pause for a moment. Harbor promised she will be there when I’m ready.
I’m taking a cue from Hemingway, and writing clearly and deliberately about what hurts. So, here is my new project:
Memories Covered in Resin
A story of family and addiction