Good question.
Why? What? Where?
Writing was so much simplier when I was writing newspaper articles. So what if that was about twenty years ago?
You can’t write fiction the way one does nonfiction. One presents facts – sure they can be fluffed up some, but not without repercussions. The other presents, well, fiction. Stuff that is in the authors head, demanding to be set free. Order vs chaos.
I step over that line into chaos. I present to you, the reader, this bit of string, the beginning of my story. Now, pull on it to have the story pass before you, bit by bit until it says ‘the end’.
The ball of string I’ve labeled Butch Girls is about two thirds unraveled. That’s quite a mess of string you’ve got at your feet. I betcha you’d like for me to begin putting it all together now, huh?
Well, dammit, so would I!!