Process

It’s funny: my novel was my first dip into creative writing. In one of the early days of Covid, I opened a blank document. With no plan or method, I put words on the page. I had a flash of an image in my head, and I wanted to write till I reached it. It turned out it would take me thirty chapters and a few years to get there. When I typed “THE END” at the end of my novel two years ago, I knew I was actually only halfway there. Since I’d begun writing in 6th grade, both my craft and plot sensibilities had developed. I vigorously rewrote, so that by the time I finished, the only thing that remained untouched were my starting and ending scenes; two images that were born fully formed in my mind’s eye when I started. By this point, I felt I knew these characters so intimately, having summoned their existences from the recesses of my mind. Writing a novel taught me how to write. It has been a labor of love, and I’m thrilled to share it with you. I’m currently in the process of querying literary agents to find representation, and I hope to traditionally publish my book.