On the challenges of writing fiction, part 4

I am talking to Pete (not his real name) at the coffee shop. It is probably more accurate to say I am listening to Pete. Pete is homeless, and he passes many hours of each day at the coffee shop, usually sitting outside except on the coldest days of winter. Most days he greets everyone…

So bee-you-tee-ful! You can look at more like it on Jessica’s website, where she also tells stories about me.  

So, I have been on a hiatus since Jessica’s good news this summer, in order to plan my strategy for taking over the world as a result of finally having the chance, and while I know you only missed the stories about Jessica, and not me, I am going to tell you a story about me…

So I promised myself that I wouldn’t overschedule my time this summer,  because I wanted to have plenty of opportunity to finish a handful of creative projects I’ve been working on since forever. This is how I thought it would go:   But if you have been following along, you know that it has gone…