I’ve made my own lair in the garage for writing in peace and quiet.
I don’t know any writer who doesn’t enjoy a hot beverage, I’m no exception.
The words on the page cried out, each demanding to stay. None wanted to be deleted or changed in anyway. That was not what was going to happen. Changes were coming. A deft hand was required to cut only the fluff, the tough stuff had to remain. It was the heart …
What has changed with my writing?