When I sat down to write my first novel, I was alone.
From the first word to the last, I developed an intimate relationship with the story and swam deep in the waters of my own thoughts.
When I finished the book, I wasn’t relieved or proud or exhausted. I was still hungry. I simply thought to myself, “what’s next?”
My biggest fear at the beginning of this project was that I would obsess over every piece of minutia within the book, making it impossible for my little novel to graduate past the stage of a word document taking up storage on my computer.
So, I released it into the hands of another set of eyes. Continue reading “Criticize Me”
ERIN WOLF 