About a year and a half ago I started writing a memoir. I wrote it like I was possessed, the words flowing out of my head and onto my screen without too much trouble.
I didn’t edit. I didn’t re-read. I just wrote it out.
Then I stopped.
I worried. Why can’t I continue? Why am I stuck now, after such a strong start? Continue reading “NOT writing books during NAtional NOvel WRIting MOnth”