The open book: what writers don’t tell writers about writing (part 3)
I cannot write my novel.
Not can’t write. I’m physically capable of the act of writing. I mean, I wrote this.
Not don’t wanna write. I wanna. I wanna hard. And, even if I didn’t wanna, that would not be the issue. I’ve done this long enough to know inspiration is bullshit, and the stuff you write when you feel afire is…