I have been trying to find a large chunk of undisturbed time with little success. Last week, I hit upon an idea for a novel. I need at least a few weeks of uninterrupted time to work on this idea. But this was not to be. Just this morning, when I finally had some free time to work on my story, my sister Ruth called. She calls me three or four times a week to discuss her everyday life.
Until last year, she called our mother. After her passing, I have been cast in that role. Since she is my kid sister, I could not bring myself Continue reading “The Novelist”