Research! That’s the key! I can’t believe I even tried to write a book without it. I need to know every detail, every feeling in order to write the greatest American novel (well, not really, but it sounded a very profound and writer-like thing to say).
Ufff, too much work.
Why can’t books be more like blogs? Then I could write a snappy post about how Oncle M grew up in a fabulous, wealthy family, and had the most amazing, incredible, exciting life while I grew up in freaking Caracas listening to Chavez’s rants, suffering daily water and electricity cuts, and F16 dropping bombs in my backyard.
