It was my first trip abroad in 32 years. For two months I wandered solo from Paris to the French countryside and attempted time-travel. In my computer was a half-completed novel called Looking Glass Girl.
“You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.”
I was ten when my librarian grandmother pulled from her suitcase a book called A Wrinkle in Time.
It’s funny how a poem can capture a particular moment, so that when you read it years later that whole period of life comes back.
When the weight comes down like an iron sleeve,
When your ribcage turns to lead,
My WIP right now is a tough one, as it takes me back to a painful time in my life, and to relationships I’m still sorting out.