Even though 85k words are written, even though I’m sloshing hip-deep
through final edits, I still worry (incessantly, obsessively, ridiculously) if
I’ve chosen the right writing style for book #18.
Yeah, dumb. I know.
Anyhow, here’s my latest method of getting through that. I call it the
Pasta Method.
While the majority of my previous novels could be likened to light,
fresh, chilled pasta salads chocked full of colorful cherry tomatoes, crisp
greens, crunchy nuts and an airy lemon-kissed vinaigrette, The Hushing Days is
not.
This does not make the book bad, it only makes it different. It
addresses a different kind of hunger.
Sometimes we want a warm, comforting dish. We want beefy morsels stewed
for hours on the stove. We want chunky vegetables muted by time and steady
heat. We need dark, rich tomatoes steeped in red wine… This is The Hushing
Days.
Or so I hope.
A silly thought, I know, but one that brings my roiling stomach a bit
of comfort.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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