She said to me, “It’s time to start the novel again. Start over on page one, and write the whole thing without stopping. Don’t question; don’t worry. When you get to a stuck spot, just keep writing through it. Start now.” I wanted to scream. I wanted to run to the hills. But oddly,…
Folks have been asking me lately how the book is coming along, so I thought I’d give an update. I sent the manuscript of The Boy Who Couldn’t Fly Straight to my new editor Julia over two weeks ago. She is working on it now, and should have her edits and comments back to…
I remember going to E.C Hughes Elementary School in West Seattle with my mother so she could register me for kindergarten. I don’t know how long we were there that day. I don’t know if I met Ms. Young, who would soon be my kindergarten teacher. I can’t recall if I ate anything, did anything,…
Before you dive into the following blog post about why I wrote a novel called The Boy Who Couldn’t Fly Straight, I thought I should give you a heads-up about what this blog is and what it isn’t. I’ll start with what it isn’t: It is not a diatribe on all things wrong with current…
