Welcome to my little nook in Red Room.
For ten years I have been collecting information for a novel based on my grandmother's life. At the moment, as I continue my research and am able to churn out sporadic segments of writing, the story haunts me from the inside out. I feel as if I am caught in an asymmetrical web of a novel (my "wobel"). The amount of information I have (which continues to grow) is mind-boggling, the myriad of narrative structures I've considered is boundless and the moments of self-doubt, relentless. There is only one thing of which I am certain and to this mantra I hold onto for dear life: I must go on. This is where I am right now.
I am here to draw inspiration from the fascinating journeys of other writers and, of course, to share my agonies of--as Toni Morrison puts it-- "the untold story inside" me. Will you share your own stories of bliss and agony with me?