Writing is hard.
Anyone who writes knows that. When you’re young its easier. You don’t understand exactly what you’re undertaking. You don’t know about stereotypes or cliches or representation. You’ve probably read a lot, so you know what stories you like. Inadvertently (or vertently) you imitate those stories, maybe make yourself the main character, and its all super fun.
With age, with education, comes awareness. Continue reading “My 8-year problem novel”