When was the last time you left your comfort zone?
I last left my comfort zone yesterday when I started writing my post for Ink-Stained Wretches, in which I argue that Benjamin Capps’ The Heirs of Franklin Woodstock is not only literary fiction but also a mystery novel.
Argue is too strong a word, but I’m too tired to think of a better one.
I published it just minutes ago, less than an hour past due. I’m late with this, too, but I’m going to pre-date it.
Anyway, that’s when I left my comfort zone. Writing about literature is always difficult for me.
I have an M.A. in English.
Kathy Waller 