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…
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…
I never wanted to be one of those novelists managing day jobs. Yet, I got up this morning planning to work on an article for a corporate client. This is pretty straightforward work, crafting a piece based on an interview I did last week about a technical topic I’ve done a fair bit of reading…