For almost five years I’ve been writing a story about the friendship between two girls who meet at 15. It ends when they’re 28. The major themes are growing up different from others and struggling with sexuality. I can handle the growing up without much hair pulling. It’s the sex that sends me around the bend.
This is #PitMad day and for those lucky many who don’t know what this is, it’s a twitter event conceived by people who thought it’d be fabulously fun to have writers reduce their manuscripts to a tweet.
The women would point out there’s a world going to hell in a hand basket right outside my door and I have no significant troubles to contrast them to.