Writing is a solitary business. And if you’re like most writers, one day you feel invincible and the next you feel a two-ton devil named Doubt sitting on your shoulder. I wrote 12,000 words this weekend. I was flying. FLYING. …
Why do I read?
I am reading two books right now. Perdido Street Station, by China Mieville, and Without A Map, by Meredith Hall. Perdido Street Station takes the reader to New Crobuzon, a fictional city thriving below the decaying corpse of a giant …
Just watch me
I didn’t want to be one of those people who start a blog and then never do anything more than the first post. Since this is my second post, I’m technically not one of those people. *shew* Still, this tardy …