One night, I did it. I finished my first novel. And I was ecstatic. I sat in my little office and relived that last scene in “Something’s Gotta Give”, when Diane Keaton types “THE END” on the last page of her play, throws her arms up in the air in triumph, and does a little chair-dance.
(P.S. IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK) Last week I had the privilege of doing my first classroom visit as an author. Since I write YA fiction, it might seem odd that I kicked it off in a kindergarten classroom, but what can I say? My daughter explained that her class was writing "How To"
When I tell people I write novels, I usually get this reaction: head cocked to one side, brow furrowed, they ask, "How do you have time?" It's a fair question. I have two young kids. I have a job I love. And for more than a decade, those two reasons alone helped me ignore that