What A week secluded in a cabin far from the intrusions and distractions of Real Life. Where A cabin far from the intrusions and distractions of Real Life. Seriously, What? A few years ago my wife gave me one of…
Novel Writing
Growing up there were two types of kids: kids who went to other peoples’ houses to play, and kids who had everyone else over. I was firmly entrenched in the former category. The home that our group hung out at…
Me, My Muse, and Why
I’m not a good writer. I’m undisciplined. I majored in people, not punctuation–but you guessed that already. I think my muse tolerates me because I’m a good listener. At least that’s what it tells my dog-eared folded spindled and mutilated…