There’s something about beginning a new novel that always humbles me.
I forget, every single time, how inadequate I feel when I first sit down to write. I start each project with so much excitement—designing the cover, researching the time period, fleshing out my characters—and then… I face the blank screen, and terror sets in.
Maybe someone else should write this story. After all, it’s a really good story, and I would hate to mess it up. But nevertheless, I steel my resolve and start typing....