When I wrote the first page of Transmission (well that's the current title, it went mechanical to obsolescence to transmission) it was more out of desperation than anything else. I had written three scrappy books before, stashed them away in a deep dark google drive folder and entered a period of denial.
I was there for 7 years.
I was pretending to be a grown up and get a real job and do the grind but you know what? Reality sucks and there are only so many times you can lie to yourself. Once I had the first 500 words down I was back in love.
Now all I had to do was work out a way to pay the rent.