Remember that every son had a mother whose beloved son he was, and every woman had a mother whose beloved son she wasn’t.
Why I like writing fiction better than writing nonfiction
A friend of mine writes nonfiction. She has just turned her latest book in, and is now going through a grueling process of having the fact-checkers at her publishers go through every word and every minute of recorded interviews. As for me, I write my memoirs. Is this fiction? No, not really. Is this nonfiction? … Continue reading Why I like writing fiction better than writing nonfiction
Writing is a struggle against silence.
The book choices
As for the Reading I Did Choose… Several: A Clash of Kings because I’m addicted to it, and so is my son, and I have to keep up with him. Lone Wolf by Jodi Picoult, which I have already skimmed through. Bring Up the Bodies by Hilary Mantel. I had totally forgotten that this book … Continue reading The book choices
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