You could be writing, right now. I remember spending a strange evening in a hotel room with a somewhat famous poet. She read me Gertrude Stein and made me want to write.
I’ve been reading through the novel I wrote last year in November and December. When I finished it, I read the whole thing aloud to Angie, night after night for maybe a week.
I know I brag that I wrote a novel in a month last year with two babies under one-year-old, but let me tell you, that is nothing to how I’m going to brag when I drag my sorry pen across the finis
