Someone asked me in an e-mail how I finished Ivy. They’re a new author, like me, struggling to finish their first novel. It took me a moment to really think about it.
In all honesty, I had to stop telling myself that I couldn’t do it. It sounds simple and almost like a cliche, but I promise that it isn’t. I’ve started a host of novels over the years, never finished one of them. Not since I was 19 or 20 in any case. At some point over the years, I started listening to that little voice in my head that said ‘you’re not a real writer, you can’t do it.’ So I’d give up after a few chapters.
With Ivy, I just decided that if I’m not a writer, I can tell the story for myself because I want to know how it ends. And that’s what I did.
I want to know how it ends, I want to know if they live happily ever after. So I write first for myself, and then I hope that other people enjoy it. =)
