Love and Sincerely, I Remain Unnamed.

Trust me, when people say that they write books like eating cake, go ahead and kick them in the balls. You don’t just write a book as if you are strolling through a garden. You stare at a bright screen, at a blank page, or sometimes at a dirty napkin, until something inside of you says, “yes, here comes the flood”. This natural disaster takes you over and you’re tossed in the waves—sometimes you can’t sleep, sometimes you can’t eat. All you know is that at the end of this terribly good storm, you might have something worth reading. That’s how I write my books.