In a departure from her usual fiction, Santa Rosa writer Joan Frank confronts the process and experience of being a writer, in a collection of essays that is both instructive and confessional.
Frank likens the writer’s experience to a form of lucid dreaming, from which characters and scenes can be captured and repurposed. But she admits, a bit reluctantly, that it’s not something the writer can always predict or control.
In her own writing, Frank’s most frequent non-fiction pieces are reviews of others’ books. Even—or sometimes especially—when her assignments are titles she would never read otherwise, it’s something takes quite seriously.