By Katie Tallo
I’ve been in a bit of a daze lately. The novel is going great — I’ve only missed one day of writing in a thirty-five day string. But I’m off a little.
Maybe part of my sense of fogginess comes from half living in the real world and half in the imagined world of my characters. I often feel as though I’m walking around in their ill-fitting shoes. They are very troubled and I am not. They are trapped and I am not. And yet their troubled circumstances coat my psyche with a sense of unease.
My dreams are vivid and epic. My body feels plodding.
It could also be something to do with the cupcakes I’ve become obsessively addicted to.
Damn Three Bakers and A Bike.
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