Writing a novel is an exercise in trust, sitting down each day at the computer and seeing where the words lead me,  believing that if I create an interesting character and circumstances, that’s enough. I constantly must let go of my expectations to impress or produce an important work. Otherwise, I’ll be giving weight to the negative old man from my recent dream who wanted the women to wear makeup, unable to see or appreciate their natural beauty. I must remember primary processes and get beneath all the shoulds to where something fresh and original lives. Continue reading “Writing: a Necessity” →