I’m writing a novel. Let me tell the story of my story.

My story never leaves me. It is like a siamese twin. I can talk to it, and it talks back, but we are joined at the hip so we don’t have the option of leaving each other. Though I can’t banish my story, I can transform it. And right now it is a punching bag. … Continue reading I’m writing a novel. Let me tell the story of my story.