I try to write 1,000 words a day - about three pages. When I reach 1,000 words I feel good. Less than that: a failure. More than that: tired.
Tracy ChevalierMy father was often impatient during March, waiting for winter to end, the cold to ease, the sun to reappear. March was an unpredictable month, when it was never clear what might happen. Warm days raised hopes until ice and grey skies shut over the town again.
Tracy ChevalierYou know I donโt listen to market gossip,โ she began, โbut it is hard not to hear it when my daughterโs name is mentioned.
Tracy Chevalier