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…
Letter writing is so charming. I admit it, I’m a bit of a romantic. If someone truly wanted to win my devotion beyond imagination, a pile of handwritten letters detailing our moments together and our deepest connections wins. Sadly, letter writing careens quite close to the dead art category. With e-mail, texts, Snapchat, and Twitter,…
The epistolary novel is calling me. I’ve made a huge dent in Woman On The Wall this week. I finally hit my flow in the balance between the modern-day timeline and the historic epistolary component. Incorporating the fictitious journals and letters of Francesco Melzi is fun. Determining their role in the storytelling process has, to…