Writers are like sculptors, except we have to actually create the stone our book will be
carved from.
First drafts are that enormous, unwieldy, rough chunk of marble from which
our work will eventually emerge. It’s a mammoth task.
And all the while you’re creating this massive lump of stone you have to keep on believing that deep
inside it somewhere, is something beautiful.
Yours, from the marble mine,
Edwina

