The Writing Life 9/13

The Mess That Is Me

I know, I know. You read yesterday’s post and thought A Confused Life was my next book out. It is. I didn’t lie or change my mind. ...

Reaping the Harvest is done! Outside of promoting it, praying people buy it and some are nice enough to review it, there’s nothing...

I’m nervous as hell. My friend, Stephanie Neighbour, compared it to a new dad in a waiting room. It’s exactly like that. I’m trying to...

Just before Thanksgiving my mother had surgery on her knee. Apparently, the cartilage had vanished, which kind of made me a little...

My dad can juggle better than anyone I know and I used to be amazed at how he kept the balls rotating in the air. A former friend of...

I’ve been to four different stores all over town, two of them office supply stores, which should carry my item with all the miscellaneous...

When I was young, my family would hop in the car and just go, no destination in mind. We had a free afternoon and my dad wanted to see...

I’m in the waiting process now. My first novella has been written, revised to death, and edited by my editors-in-residence, and now...

It was time. I had put it off as long as I could, but finally, it had reached a point where it couldn’t be avoided. The preparations...

Part of my struggle as a writer is that I’m easily distracted by ideas. It’s because of that attention problem that I have so many irons...