The third last chapter of @ScottWesterfeld’s “Mirror’s Edge” made me want to throw the book across the room and leave it to rot. The last sentence made me desperate to read the next book. I don’t know if I should be mad or impressed?
I’ve officially entered that stage of early adult life where people you went to school with are getting married and pregnant. How are we old enough for this?!
A lot of fledgling authors ask me the best way to find their voice.
I always tell them the same thing: Where's the last place you remember having your voice? Have you looked there?
If your voice isn't where you last saw it, then you should look in the pockets of your coat.