One of the best things about my life is my friendship and creative partnership with Kristin Hannah, which goes back (nearly) 30 years. When we met, we were both unpublished, hopeful historical romance writers, and we set to achieving our ambitions with zeal, and a love for one another that has endured highs and lows and the vagaries of publishing.
At least once or twice a year, we try to take some time away, spend hours drinking and brainstorming and critiquing each other's work. We spent a few days last week on just such a retreat, and came back with a revised synopsis (Kristin), and a revised first 300 pages (me--which, yes, means throwing out most of it and starting over. It's a nasty process, but it's unfortunately mine).
I try not to think about what I would do without her. Now, I'm rejuvenated and ready to move forward with a better project, so wish me luck!
