Coming back to fiction after a while was like looking at someone you’ve left in a cabin in the woods for two years.
I’ve been working on all nonfiction for a while because I figure I have to sell my soul a little bit at least. And I can do that. I have a lot of stories to tell. They won’t dry up from a few articles or blog posts.
But then the second I jumped back into the fiction I was like… wow. This could be something. This is something too.
Fiction feels great because you don’t have to admit anything. It’s like telling someone everything that has happened to your friend. You don’t actually have to say names or times or places. You don’t even have to sign your name.