What literary pilgrimages have you gone on? Were you one of the many who searched for the Bridges of Madison County?
Spill the beans. Or tell us which literary pilgrimage you’ve always wanted to take.
An author friend of mine loves telling the story about when her mother found her sitting in front of her pot belly stove burning old manuscripts she had stashed “under her bed.” When asked why, she told her mom that she didn’t want ANYONE publishing them posthumously. She thought they were THAT bad. What about you?
How many unpublished and half-finished books do you have?