ELIZABETH IN SHADES OF GREEN
Stella just finished writing a book.
I just started on one.
Envious, moi? Oh, yeah. And then some.
115,000 words ahead of me.
None in my rearview mirror.
*bites back anguished sound*
Well, there’s only one cure for an empty page. Typing. Lots and lots of it. Problem is, the result of all that typing has to make sense, be fast, occasionally sexy, often tense, sometimes funny, and ultimately a satisfying read.
Piece of cake, right?
*bites back another anguished sound*
The only thing worse than the scary, oh-my-god-what-now beginning of a book is the middle of it. The great, flabby, yawning, who-wants-to-read-this-stuff, why-did-I-ever-start-this-mess middle.
*bangs head against keyboard*
Suddenly, amid all the stars and headache, comes a vision of the two most beautiful words in the English language.
THE END
Smiling, I begin typing the first of thousands and thousands and thousands of words.
When you face a huge task, what tricks do you play on yourself to take the first step?


















