Writing is exciting, amazing—a dream. And last night, that familiar moment materialized when I realized I know this book so well, these characters like family. It is all so alive. Much different than just weeks before when I was pulling out hair and moaning and convinced, surely, that I had nothing to say to anyone, let alone enough to fill an actual novel. On the other side, I’m happy for sudden, flash-flood epiphanies that sweep me away.