I was watching a movie the other night. (End Of Watch for anyone interested) and in it, there’s a Drive-by shooting where, when it’s over, the one shooter is hyping the other one up saying how proud he was, how tough they were, and “no Fear” and all that sort …
It’s funny to me how many people are out there that want to be writers, yet, they’ve never actually tried to write. It seems like every time I meet someone new, and they learn that I’m a writer, they say “I’ve always wanted to write.” or something similar. My response …
Okay people, I’m aware I been slacking, but I’m here to tell you I’m back. You will notice a difference. I hope that means you’ll start visiting me here again on a regular basis, and please speak up. I love feedback, and knowing that you’re out there reading what I’m …
I’ve been a reader for far longer than I’ve been a writer. I have my idols, authors who I’ve followed avidly, stalked bookstores for their books, and dreamt of someday meeting. One of them is Karen Robards. I have a postcard from her that is almost 20 years old because …
When I was growing up you were edgy if you had more than one piercing in your ears, let alone facial or body piercing. I’m sure there were people out there with pierced nipples and clots and cocks and so one, but it wasn’t as widely accepted as it is …
I’m definitely more productive when I’m busy. The more to do, the more I accomplish. Which is a good way to be I think. It’s March 1st, and I’ve got plenty to do as it marks the first end of the first quarter of the year. I started my day …
“Hard work is the yeast that raises the dough.” I saw this quote and thought, “That sums things up perfectly.” You see, I’ve been working with a close friend who started writing just over a year ago, and yesterday she told me she was done. Maybe she’d try again later, …
There’s a little green monster that creeps over my shoulder every time I hear and author talk about how they see scenes play out in their mind when they’re writing, or how they hear voices in their heads. This sort of thing just doesn’t happen to me. I will admit …