10 000 words
into writing a book, is where the first stumble happens. Who are they? Is this beginning enticing enough?
Rewrite. Rewrite.
At about 30 000 words
it’s like slamming into a brick wall.
Where are they going? Why are they even here and how on earth am I going to get these two people who couldn’t be more different to meet, fall in lust, overcome all that is thrown at them, and then fall deeply, madly in love and stay that way?
And can I even write? Maybe THIS book is where the magic stops?
Rewrite. Rewrite. Rewrite.
And then it’s suddenly there. A new book. Some of the moments happened all on their own. Some I fought for. Hard.
Why Substack?
It’s one big great experiment! I’ve been looking for a more casual way to communicate with you, my readers, and here we have it all: little notes, a chat, and my regular newsletters. I’m excited about this!
I’ll keep you updated weekly, like now, or sometimes biweekly (isn’t that the funniest word with its two meanings? I’ll let you live with the tremendous thrill of not knowing.)
Hang with me and see where we end up.
And finally… One for the road:
‘Authors like cats because they are such quiet, lovable, wise creatures, and cats like authors for the same reasons.’ – Robertson Davies