The Journal, Monday, October 29
Hey Folks, I had a thought yesterday… I never celebrate when I finish writing a novel. Never. It’s a vast sadness that leaves me feeling empty, and I mourn the sudden separation from my fictional friends. After all, do we celebrate the end of a friendship? The end of a marriage? The end of the life of a loved one? Of course not. But as with any other birth, I always celebrate starting a new novel. It’s the beginning of an exciting new journey — in my case, with old or new friends — and I love the wonderful anticipation … Read more