For forty years, I’ve been trying to write a fictional tennis story about two sisters. My first attempt, in college, received kudos from my creative writing teacher and fellow classmates but was never published. It wasn’t good enough. But I kept at this story, often changing points of views and genres – another try as a short story, then a middle grade novel, then a YA novel and eventually an adult novel. Nothing felt right. Nothing worked. I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to say. I put it aw...