Tips for Killing the Lizard
Something that lives in the back of my brain — something scaly and primal and cautious — has decided there’s no difference between finishing a book and dying.
Less than a year ago, based on the advice of a career adviser, I decided to to truly pursue writing. Since then I’ve started three novels and stopped two. My current novel is going strong, but I just finished a month long dry spell where I couldn’t write a single sentence.
Writing roadblock? What writing roadblock? I actually don’t feel like I’ve hit a block…