Novelist
Right now, I have several notebooks going at once. Three of them (at least) contain parts of the new WIP. Notes, lines, quotes, ideas, paragraphs. Quite the jumble. Of course I know what this means. It is time to start typing again before things get lost. Other stuff in the notebooks: random morning pages, ideas…
It’s a book. Rose’s mom has a name, Belinda, and a voice. Dad’s hanging out in the background waiting for his turn, and not very patiently, either. Belinda is not my mom. She’s got a piece of me I can build the character on, which is how I like it. I even think I have the 70s figured out.…