I’m sitting down to put the finishing touches on the newest short story in The Pemberley Estate Series and got to thinking about why I torture myself with the struggles of word-smithing and “tuning in” to (what can be) my elusive imagination. Part of me believes that there’s a small masochistic side to me, the bigger part of me believes it’s because of the feeling of accomplishment I get from a good product. What I’ve discovered, though, is that with every assignment I inflict upon myself, I get a little better. This is the art of practice.
