What am I worth? –scratch that– What is the work I do worth?Since I became a feral writer, (an independent contractor, as some like to say), this has become more than a philosophical question.To get paid, I need to know. To find out, I look at this data: What do …
Selling my 1989 Plymouth Sundance. Blue with gray interior, 151,000 miles. Just professionally detailed, which totally got rid of a weird smell in the trunk after my boyfriend used it for a job.Cheap! Make offer!
When you first wake up, try to capture one character from your dreams whom you do not know in waking life. Note what was frightening or irritating about the character. Pretending to be the character, write a personals ad that reveals that trait without the character knowing it.
I read and enjoy a few blogs (Redneck Mother comes immediately to mind), but I have resisted starting my own because I don’t think I have anything to say. Three reasons I’m here anyway: I keep getting asked if I have a blog. My friend Stephanie (who IS funny and …
I loved stories from the moment I could decipher language, but perhaps I wanted to write my own because I was afraid. When I was little, I could never sleep. I feared cockroaches, monsters, death, fire, ridicule, parasitic infection, and hell. Even as a teenager, I could see a “wolfman” …
I revise my novel using a pickax, then realize that what I really needed was a shovel. So this is hell.