“Felicity sits at her desk, uncaps her pen, writes “Chapter 22’’ and stops. What is she trying to say? Not just now, in this minute, but altogether? What is this thing she’s writing? Novel? Memoir? Primal Scream? Self-indulgent moan? She feels she’s lost sight of the beginning, of what impelled her to begin. Anger. Fury. Rage. Some deep urge to let everyone have it. How long had it been since someone else’s novel had enraged her and what exactly about that novel had ticked her off?”
From ‘Felicity’– included in the showcase
