My husband asked me the other day if I’d started writing my novel yet. I answered yes, and incidentally, this is true – I’ve taken a couple of opportunities lately in waiting rooms or on the bus to write. Of course, the next question was: “What’s it about?” And it’s a good question.
I knew the answer, but would I tell him? I’d already thought about this a bit, since posting the progress of my novel on this blog has made me think about whether I’d post any excerpts from …