Writing doesn't come real easy to me. I couldn't write a novel in a year. It wouldn't be readable. I don't let an editor even look at it until the second year because it would just scare them. I just have to trust that all these scraps and dead-ends will find a way.
I think sometimes when children grow up their parents grow up. Mine grew up with me. We coexist. I don't try to change them anymore and I don't think they try to change me. We agree to disagree.
