Decision of the Month

I think I want to write a romance novel. Not a traditional bodice-ripper or kink-fest, but a noirish kind of story, psychologically perverse, with murderers and strippers in the background. The leading man is inspired by someone pretty famous, but I’m not telling who.

I’ve been so hung up on writing “the next Great American novel,” that I stopped having fun. I need to go back to a state wherein writing is not so tedious and mannered.