Last week I wrote nothing because I had no access to my computer, having travelled out to Utah for a wedding that went well enough for me to do some thinking not only about how I miss Provo, but about how great it is that everything in life seems to have its own unique way of tying to everything else.

This week I’ve got to say I absolutely, one hundred percent, completely and assuredly love novel writing with the storytelling it includes, but no, I don’t like as much that process of rewriting and editing with the exception of the end result that reveals how much better the book has become as a result.