Eye glasses for life At age six, I couldn’t see the board at school. My little spirit shook the first time I sat in the big, fake leather chair at the eye doctor’s office. Twice, sometimes three, and even four, times a year, I sat in that same chair. The world around me blurred in…
The dead month of August is just that, dead silent. Just about every writer who submits their work to agents knows that there is one month every year when nothing happens. Don’t prep a manuscript, write a query letter, reach out on Twitter, or check in with an agent who has your partial. It’s not…
With about forty days left before I hit the skies for France, the pace of preparation is picking up. And so are the travel jitters. It’s no mystery that I’m excited for this research trip. Hiding my enthusiasm isn’t a thing. Nor is it something I attempt to muster the capacity to achieve. I let…
So, I sat down fifteen mornings ago with the intent to pen a tome on being distracted. The reality that I’m about as focused as a light breeze meandering through the desert these days is evident. Just getting to it. I’m exhausted. My head is spinning. I’m almost late for everything (on time is late…