“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” Chekhov It’s funny. I’ve spent the majority of my adult life writing for my supper. Yet it’s only now that the world (okay, 97 people on Facebook) knows I’ve penned a book that I suddenly feel as though I’m Writing. Capital W writing. Channeling Poe writing. Brow-furrowing, teeth-gnashing, patched elbow blazer-wearing writing. It’s as if all those words that came before didn’t count. But the tru