December 3, 2012
When I was 19, I wrote half of a dreadful crime novel. It contained every cliche and painfully predictable metaphor known to man, and it bore no resemblance to reality. I still have it and it makes me smile.
I made a commitment to write fiction a few years back, and it's paying off, albeit slowly. But as I transition from short stories to a full-length book, I find I need the wisdom, camaraderie, and experience of others.