The evolution of an obsession and a novel
Or, behind the scenes of the book I've been writing for 7+ years
This is a long story, with no ending, about a book I can’t stop writing but also can’t seem to finish. It is a glimpse into my writing process (not for the faint of heart or those who need instant gratification) and hopefully a sneak peek of something. Just as I started writing this post, a child wandered out of their bedroom much earlier than preferred and [here we pause and hours pass] and that is quite the metaphor for the story, and the story of the story. Let’s call it: Why it took so long for women to get the vote and also why is it taking so long for Maya to write a fun version of the story?