Okay, we all know who we are. Those of us who were drooling over the new Gilmore Girls: Year in The Life special. I’ll admit
While traveling, I shifted into reading mode. Yes, I have editor’s notes to tackle on a publishing deadline. Visiting family isn’t the best environment for
If you’ve been reading my blog posts, you’ve noticed some repetition. Hell, it’s been blatant recycling. At this moment, I’m a writer two chapters from
Wham! A great writing idea hits you. You jot down some notes, but are interrupted by some critical thing. Dog, cat, teenager, laundry, sleep….you know,
Invariably someone, who knows I’m working on a new book, asks the dreaded question. How is the book coming? I liken this to watching reality
Parenting is tough. I’ve made no secret of the teenage circle of Hell Dante clearly forgot to chronicle. I’m not only a writer. Motherhood became
Holiday season is movie season. At least, media advertising would lead us to believe it’s movie season. I know in the past, parents probably hauled
Recently, a friend lent me a book on daily ritual. The book is filled with anecdotes on how Maya Angelou, William Faulkner and Haruki Murakami
Number 1, Nachos, Hero Spy against spy, ultimate evil, recruitment? How’s that for specific? Ancient puzzle, time travel?…on a ship?, past and present Yeah, those
I’ve read a couple of articles about odd weather and inspiration for writers. I don’t know if any of you have been paying attention, but