Do you ever procrastinate the end of something, because you know you’re going to cry? Okay, I’m not asking you male readers, because you won’t admit it, even if you shed a tear or two.

Anybody? Does the prospect of extreme emotion make you put something off? Delay finishing?

I’d love to hear your experiences, because I might not feel like a weirdo.Continue Reading

I think I told you I’m in the North Carolina mountains. For three weeks, I’m holing up in a house on Mississippi Road. Writing a book set mostly in Mississippi. And eating food that’s reminiscent of my Mississippi walk, because let’s face it: I. Don’t. Cook.

Today, I revised a section of the story.

And I cried.

And I sobbed.

And I heaved.Continue Reading