I’ve read many books on the writing life, since it’s long been a life to which I’ve aspired. And now, with contract (almost) in hand, I’m actually really getting a taste of it. The attempts to be disciplined have, for the most part, been foiled by nice weather, t-ball games, Emergent commitments, and PhD bugaroos. But today I sit, ready to go. It’s a beautiful day. Summer begins in 32 minutes. It seems like a perfect time to start writing a book.
The Writing Life