The rest of my life may as well be on fire, however.

Join me as I grapple with my one true nemesis: editing.

Well, it really tells a tale. I’m just not sure it’s a tale I’d want told, however.

I’m not the kind of writer who can work in silence.

And I use the term ‘fun’ here very loosely; spoiler alert - I hate editing.

Anyone else feel like their own book isn’t solely in their control? I’m specifically talking characters here…

Much like a character in The Bone Fairy, the manuscript itself is the result of an unexpected resurrection.