Mañana, me haré cargo de todo eso. Seré imparable. Pero esta noche, nos quedamos donde estamos, abrazadas, perdidas en la oscuridad.
Time heals all wounds. But not this one. Not yet.
We determine whether a book is for boys or girls long before the reader gets a chance to decide: we package them with soldiers and ballet slippers on their covers, war machines and glittering gowns.
I am a hopeless pantser, so I don't do much outlining. A thought will occur to me, and I'll just throw it into the story. I tell myself I'll worry about untangling it later. I'm glad no one sees my first drafts except for my poor editor and agent.
Before I ever begin writing a new story, I have to sketch my characters out on paper. It's part of my process of understanding who they are.
Writing the first draft of a new story is incredibly difficult for me. I will happily do revisions, because once I can see the words on the page, I can go about ripping them up and moving scenes around. A blank page, though? Terrifying. I'm always angsty when I'm working my way through a first draft.