The other day my daughter challenged me to a game of chess. She’d never played before, but we got a new set for Christmas and my husband had spent some time teaching her the pieces and how each moves. “The …
Twelve Posts on Writing, Day Eight: Going fishing
When I was a kid, my family went camping. A lot. I’m not talking KOA-comfort, complete-with-showers camping, either. I’m talking the rugged, dirty, go-behind-a-tree type here. And on these trips, we always took our fishing poles. Mine was black with …
Keep going
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. …