The Big Easy

“Grace” keeps evolving as I write her.

At first, I wanted her to be set in Chicago, but as I continued to write, I realized, what the hell am I doing? I know absolutely nothing about Chicago and it’s not clicking. It doesn’t feel right. The story wanted to be told here, it wanted to be in New Orleans.

To be fair, I hate this place. New Orleans and I have a toxic relationship with one another, but, when you know, you know. Now the story is flowing, it’s alive. It’s right. She lived Uptown. Ben lives in Lakeview. Norah is in Midcity. It all make sense.

I’m over 30k words, and I can’t (well, I mean, I can) believe it. My second book. And I’m nowhere near done. Grace’s story is complicated. She didn’t want to die, but living was hard, too. She could never be enough, never felt loved, never felt like she could outrun her past.

Ben is just trying to figure out what happened, and now Norah is back. He can barely breathe.