Digging deeper
The more I write fiction the more my psyche, my subconscious, my mind -- challenges me to look deeper. Inside my head where the ideas come from, where fears abide, where whatever creepy or amazing or fascinating thing happened to me as a child lives. At my very first writing conference I met a therapist and asked her if she could help me remember parts of my childhood.
Things are crazy busy in this neck of the woods. Right now I'm demolishing a 1950s basement in Seattle with my son. (I am in the muscle bussed in from out of state.) So I am reblogging this writing post from back in May. I wish I was writing more but as it happens, life intervenes. Happy autumn!
