By Claire Booth
I recently started Hank Worth
Book Three, and oh my. I’d forgotten what the beginning of writing a novel is
like. Just like giving birth – you forget how painful and terrifying it is
until you do it again.
So now I sit in front a computer
file with a measly few thousand words in it. And all that empty real estate in
front of me. Pages just waiting to be filled – with sparkling prose,
gasp-inducing plot twists, and astonishing character development. No pressure,
right?
But then I think about it from
the opposite direction – I think of all the possibilities. All the different plots
I could twist. All the difficulties I could throw at my characters. All the
people I could kill. And that makes it seem not so daunting. It makes it seem
fun. And so I get to work.
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