Jeannine Atkins writes of the slow strange process of fiction writing, of groping for the story we want to write, mean to write, and must accept our imperfections in pursuing.
Natalie Whipple writes of each book's tendency to come out in its own way,
of how the process differs from book to book. I too have been
frustrated on occasion with each book's insistence on being a special
snowflake in the way it arrives, but it really shouldn't be a surprise.
We change, our lives change, and the things we need to write about
If each story came out perfectly, the same way each time,
it would certainly be easier on us, but easy isn't the point. I won't
go as far as John F. Kennedy did in his moon speech, saying that we do this because it is hard, either. It is just necessary--somehow, some way.