On writing, living and loving

Oh, the ecstasy! The emotions are etched in my memory like a high-contrast, high-definition photograph. I actually screeched that day six ...

The Waiting Place ... ... for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the ...

A fellow writer fretted loudly on an online forum the other day. She was a nervous wreck. Her agent had just told her that an editor from a ...

Originally posted Dec. 31, 2008 When I finally completed my novel, I took the next appropriate step. I sent copies of the manuscript to nine...