It would seem my story ends here, except you don’t drop dead when you haven’t got anything left to do. You keep on living, purpose or no purpose, dream or no dream, happy or full of disappointment, you live.
I spent years working in restaurants while writing a novel, never thinking about what would happen once I finished it. A vague idea of instant fame crossed my mind. I thought I’d send my 90k word manuscript into the black hole of the publishing industry; someone would read it, fall in love with it, andContinue reading “Alicia Basilic(a)”