…said no author ever.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that writing a novel is an agonizing, soul-destroying process. It requires alcohol, coffee, blood, sweat and tears – in that order.
We hear this so often, we accept it as truth. But what if it wasn’t true?
What if we chose to see the process as pleasurable? What if we told ourselves that writing is a challenge we look forward to? How might that affect our art?
