You know when people ask how much do they love someone? Does it make you wonder if love and affection are quantifiable? Is there a limit to how much you can love and does love have a finite point beyond which you will or cannot go? Certainly makes me wonder.
Lucy, you’ve left me with no option, I had to reblog this. Excellent.
I get asked this a lot. It’s one of the common questions directed at writers by well-meaning friends and acquaintances, along with ‘What do you write about?’ and ‘Have you sold enough copies to retire yet?’ I’m sure there are authors who love any opportunity to talk about their esteemed tomes, but I can assure you that I am not one of them. The only time discussing a manuscript is anywhere near bearable is before a single word has been written. That is a magical, care-free time when your book is surely going to be the greatest literary achievement in all history. As soon as words start appearing on the page, there are several clearly defined states as to ‘how the book is coming along’.
Everything is great!
This state usually occurs quite early on, when a witty opening paragraph and masterful introduction of the main character has…
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