Okay, so I couldn’t be more excited! I’ve been writing for decades. I’ve written short stories, novellas, novels, poems, limericks – you name it. Some of them were badly written. Some of them languished in editing land – not terrible, but never finished and nowhere near good enough to publish.

Contrary to popular belief, writers don’t sit longingly in their office chairs, writing to their heart’s delight for weeks on end. Most of us procrastinate like you wouldn’t believe. Instead of jumping onto that day’s word count, many writers furtively glance around their homes and decide that today is a great day to clean the baseboards, darn the socks, weed the garden, and hand sew a new quilt.

So while working on Half A Brain, I made myself sit in the chair and finish the first draft. Then I forced myself to edit and finish the second draft. And the third and so on. I worked on it until it felt done – of course it isn’t perfect, but it feels good enough.

The coolest part about the whole process is how wonderful it feels to be a writer. Something I’ve always said I was, but now truly feel I am.