When I imagine Whale Song as a major motion picture, I smell hot buttered popcorn. Really. If I close my eyes and picture a scene from my novel being played out on a big screen, I can almost TASTE the popcorn.
I've even gone so far in my little fantasy to imagine the conversations that people have as they leave the theatre...
"Oh my God, that was so good."
"I know! I can't believe what happened at the end."
"That movie made me cry so hard."… Continue