The other day, while trying to find my way out of the labyrinth of a mixed metaphor I’d been torturing, I turned, as one does, to Google to stock up on more paraffin to throw on the fire. A few clicks later and I was reading about Beethoven’s Konversationshefte, or conversation notebooks, which are said […]
One way of saying photo, or snap, in French, is cliché. Can there be a more apt Paris cliché than taking a photo of the Eiffel Tower? Even though the tower hardly appears in the novel, I couldn’t help myself. It just had to be done. Writing a novel is all about choices. What to […]