Birthing a Novel
There is a particular quiet that settles in the moment you type the final sentence of a novel you have carried alone for years. It is not the silence of emptiness, but the hush that…
There is a particular quiet that settles in the moment you type the final sentence of a novel you have carried alone for years. It is not the silence of emptiness, but the hush that…
It’s been 20 days since I finally got to say the words I’ve been waiting years to write: my novel is finished! At least, the first version of it is. The manuscript clocks in at nearly 480 pages, and while typing ‘The End’ felt incredible (yes, I actually typed it) finishing the “first” draft turned…