Today the writing is …

Orange, red, orange, red, orange, orange, orange, orange. It feels like for every forward step, I take two back. Where the hell are the yellows? I haven’t a single green for the next thirty-plus scenes, but, damn, I could use a yellow or two right about now.

image_pdfDownload as PDFimage_printPrint Page

About the author: Novelist, writing teacher, on a mission to reprint my out-of-print books and self-publish my new ones.

Next post:

Previous post: