There’s a lot to be said for the submarine sandwich. There can be as much
bread, cheese, veggies and cold cuts as the maker desires. If you want two
kinds of cheese, go ahead. Mayo and mustard? Why not? The only limit is
appetite.
Which is all good until your boss points to a sandwich box made for the usual
peanut butter and jelly sized affair. That moment of “hmm, how am I going to
get this sucker in there?” sums up my experience of writing the paranormal
romance. I have to tell a many-layered story as clearly and efficiently (and as
briefly!) as I can.
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