Writing Nook

When I started my writing journey, I became an undercover agent. I didn’t give myself a code name, but I treated my manuscript like a Top Secret classified document. I didn’t let anyone read it. No one. Not a person, a dog, or a canary saw my work for three years, two months, and eighteen days.

The warrior and the artist live by the same code of necessity, which dictates that the battle must be fought anew every day. Steven Pressfield There’s something about beginnings that freak me out. I stare at the blank page for a while, then I decide to go make some tea. I come back with my…