Laurie Sandell

That headline pretty much describes my writing style. I’ll have a few weeks where I can’t write fast enough, am glued to my chair in whatever coffee shop I happen to be working in, and feel breakthroughs happening all over the place. Then I’ll hit a wall and stop completely. It’s not w—-s b—-k, per say (I’m not even going to type that phrase, but I’ll link to it on Wikipedia so you know what I’m talking about), but it is a very annoying style of working that drops me into the camp of “slow” writers. I’d really like to take less than seven years to write my next book, but unless I find a more productive way of working, it’s not going to happen much faster. That said, my book did just come out, so I suppose I’m entitled to a break, but one of the problems with being a writer is that you are never satisfied with having a finished product. It’s always, OK, what am I going to do next? I guess it’s a necessary condition of this painful profession, or we’d never get anything done.