The thought of all the work ahead in finding a readership makes me quail. Makes my brain heavy. Makes me feel sad, and wish for the halcyon days of writing this book with my eye firmly set on the fantasy of a publisher taking me away from all of this. But I recently found a spark of light.
Month: August 2018
Do writers observe or experience? Being in the moment
I once read that writers are never truly present in their lives. That they are too busy storing up each moment as material. I thought it was a pretty cynical point of view