It’s spring at last in New England, and green is exploding in every direction. Driving, walking, or gazing out my library windows, I see new leaves and fresh color. After half a year of gray, the brilliance brightens the soul.
As for my writing, I’m happy to report that I’m deep into revisions of my new YA novel and it, too, is blooming. This morning, I’m working on a tricky piece of dialogue, and discovering how my characters cause each other to question how their upbringings have limited their perspectives. It feels very close to my heart and worth exploring.