Two new projects! Two editing jobs to keep the home fires alight. I have had nibbles galore (say, that sounds like the name of a sexy Bond girl), and I’ve done a lot of volunteer work, but solid paying jobs… in this economy, I feel rich.However, the engineer and I …
Bok Tower Gardens, even after a bitter freeze, is a place that inspires me to wonder if a garden is actually the place to find God. The only place that a god seems at home, these days–it’s hard to feel spiritual in the grocery store, or while watching the economy …
It’s 2009, even if it took a second longer to get here. I am still looking for Mr. Right-Job, or Mr. Right-Now-Project. I have discovered a raft of job sites, but they all seem to lead to the same five jobs. In fact, jobs I’ve applied for, and even interviewed …
I was considering today what makes a writer. The dictionary definitions are broad: “A person engaged in writing books, articles, stories, etc., esp. as an occupation or profession,” or “a writer is a person who is able to write and has actually written something.” (!) The ancient roots of the …
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.
