Boom. Chapter 8.
Never underestimate the power of peer pressure and bad coffee.
Today I locked myself into a library boardroom with twenty would-be novelists. We spent three frenzied hours in silence, tried to type just a little faster than the two people at our elbows.
On another note, writers are anti-social weirdos with ego problems.
I am one of those weirdos.
Feelin’ the love.