I Had to Break Up With My Own Book (And It Hurt Like Hell)

Dear deleted chapters: it's not you, it's me

Sometimes writing a book feels less like art and more like a series of messy breakups. You think you’re in love, you think you’ve found “the one” (that subplot, that side character, that beautiful string of words) and then a few weeks later, you realize it’s not working out. Cue the crying-into-the-draft moment.

while working on Protect Caroline at All …