Hauntings: learning about the novel

(a novel post) "His skin is lilac beneath grey shadows. His eyes are dark and wide to drink the low light. Come closer. See the slim limbs, the strange skin. He sits unmoving in the hardwood chair in the dusty attic room. This boy has grown roots, become a nest of stems and branches, a living, breathing tree, alone in the dreaming night. Here is a tale worth believing." And the starting point for my current work in progress...

A small litany of excuses …

How do you make time and space for the things you really want to do – without wrecking relationships that matter, becoming destitute, turning into a machine, or simply burning out? I started outlining 'The Book of Dreams' (novel, WIP) late in 2018... And since then, the outline has grown to kraken-like proportions, but very little actual writing has happened. There are many good reasons for this...