Perfect World
I started writing on November 15th. Just a solid first chapter that centered around my sister calling me by the nickname she has for me. I started the story the day before the Blizzard of ‘77, and then included a story I’d heard, as a kid, about a man who’d taken his half of the house (during divorce proceedings) by using an excavator. Just writing for writing’s sake, and a funny thing happened: The characters took off. By December 1st, I was all in. Wrote into my phone, thinking about their lives. I knew I had something special because I was gifted the plot, and it held a message. Something I had to say. On Monday night, I went to sleep, knowing that I had to get out of bed around 5:00. Woke up at 1:00 anyway because I had the final few pages that I needed. I wrote them into my phone, and when I woke up, I wondered if what I’d written down out of a deep sleep was going to make any sense. It did. That afternoon, I typed the final few pages, and a book that I’d started writing on Novemb...