Last night I had the pleasure of attending a discussion between Pulitzer Prize Finalist Lee Martin and book reviewer Kacey Kowars at the Easton Barnes & Noble. Martin, Director of the
Sorry I haven’t posted any writing updates in the past few days. I’ve been busy. My niece, Jamey, went into Children’s Hospital Tuesday morning to have surgery on both of
Last week I arrived at the coffeehouse and realized that I’d forgotten my glittery magic orange Clinique bag. The magic orange bag contains pens, pencils, earplugs, scissors, tape, a stapler,
Oh dear. I think today’s the day I’ve been dreading. I must kill one of my pets. Don’t call the ASPCA. I’m talking about a few paragraphs of prose here,
“Be regular and orderly in your life lke a bourgeois so that you may be violent and original in your work.” – Gustave Flaubert
This morning, I once again walked into Caribou Coffee at the corner of Tremont and Zollinger, the same coffeehouse I write at nearly every day. The manager, Paul, called me
On Sunday afternoon, I continued to struggle with endnotes and color-coordinated index cards with only moderate success after spending a week setting up and refining my system. Certainly another author
How often have we heard about the lonely life of the writer penning prose alone in a garret? The image stirs fantasies of finding the perfect cabin in the woods,
Meet Frederick, my muse. I discovered him in elementary school. We read Leo Lionni’s book of the same name about the poet field mouse who observed his world and stored
The endnote process has gotten entirely out of control. (see yesterday’s post, “The Big Picture”). I have now written more than 300 endnotes and corresponding color coordinated index cards in
