Actors, if pressed, will tell you about their method as if it’s some kind of mystical process. As far as I can tell, they pretend to be other people for a living. Kids do it all the time. Writers do it too, so here is my contribution to the endless, pointless outpouring of angst that writers seem driven to get out of their system.
The end of the beginning
Reviews = 0 Sales = 0 No, I’m not going to be the dick in the coffee shop pecking earnestly away at the laptop. I did, however, get some writing done in the privacy of our cabin at Camping Tucan in Lloret de mar, between sitting by the pool and drinking beer. I was pretty […]