I have this novel I have worked on for years. I have completely gutted it and rewrote it at least six times. The novel mattered to me. I cared about it. It owned my heart. I was willing to pay any price to get it right. I rewrote that thing until I couldn’t look at it...
I am a busy woman. I have kids. I have writing contracts, a boyfriend, a house to run, and oh yeah, a pain in the butt X, and on top of all this, I decided to go back to school. So seizing the moment, any spare moment, to write is a must in my life. Out of this...
My publisher approached me saying they wanted to publish me, but the only catch was that I had to give them three books a year. “No, problem,” I said. After hanging up the phone the “oh, shit” feeling came. I have manuscripts in the drawers. That would work. I dug...
Facebook Party for Silent Cries by Anastasia Alexander
