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… Read More »Winter Writeaway
Growing up, there were families that hosted kids, and families that didn’t. I grew up in the latter. The crowd I hung out with met at a couple of places, but most often at the home of a pair of… Read More »Novel Writing
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… Read More »Me, My Muse, and Why