In class this summer, I’m writing the first, terrible draft of a novel. The plan was for a gritty murder mystery; it turns more toward a light-hearted and gentle story with every link I follow from Twitter or Tumblr, especially this week.
For class, our prof asked us to do some magical thinking: specifically to put ourselves on The New York Times Best Sellers list. I figured, why not go for number one with a bullet? If I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming big.