Today, as I pull out my hair and gnash my teeth trying to get through some mind-scrunching edits on my book when I really should be in the kitchen baking two pies for tomorrow and definitely shouldn’t be blogging at all, I offer you only a modest gift. But isn’t it a lovely one? “Maybe…
The meeting with the publisher went very well. If all goes as discussed, my book will be on the shelves next fall. It’s the strangest sensation. Driving home, my brain was short circuiting. I have every reason to think that this is actually happening, after so many years of it not happening. I am going…
Imagine a dark and blustery night, a room cast with shadows. A writer polishes her working manuscript. The publisher has asked to see what she has so far. (Plot Twist). She adds fancy words, changes the formatting, calls on the universe for extra powerful positive thinking. The wind blows like a demon out her office…
I got the completely wrong college degrees. I’ve never been bothered by this. At least I have some college degrees. And their wrongness is an accurate reflection of my nature (blooming ev-en-tu-al-ly). I didn’t know and/or embrace what I wanted out of life early on. Who cares, because I got what I wanted in the…