I still vividly remember the day I started writing my ghostly little book. It was a crisp morning in early October. The sort where wooden floorboards have begun to feel cold beneath bare feet. I was having snickerdoodle muffins and cinnamon spiced tea for breakfast, while listening to the “Where No One Knows My Name” EP.

One of the burning questions I had as a younger and less experienced writer was “How much are you supposed to change between drafts?” Along with that question came the […]