A novel about women, Jazz and becoming a writer...
That night I told my father I needed to speak to him.
S.
Now I had permission. "Okay."Now I was really scared.
Okay.""Okay?"He nodded.
Maybe you should take the chance and do it.
I always wanted to write.
He said, "You know, son.
To get away and write.
He looked at me and his strong brown eyes were brimming with sorrow.
I told him that the only thing I wanted to do in the world was to write, that school was driving me crazy, that I had to get away.
A novel about women, Jazz and becoming a writer...
That night I told my father I needed to speak to him