It’s a bit of gamble, this writing thing.
I write and write and write and write.
And then I edit and edit and edit and edit.

And then I edit even more.
And when my latest masterpiece is all shined up and ready, I send it out into the world.
Sometimes (okay, many times) it comes back to me with words of rejection.
It feels like judgment. Probably because it is judgment.
And I say – Continue reading “Writing Without a Net”

and The Last Runaway by Tracy Chevalier (exquisite).
Next, instead of doing my assigned reading