When the Rubber Meets the Road

There comes a time in every writer’s life when she must clear her dedicated writing time of all superfluous, distracting things and of all the people, no matter how much she loves them. And when that time comes, especially for the uninitiated, she shall surely resist, not unlike the ways in which I, myself recoiled….

A Slice of Ramble

This is not even a real post. Writing that sentence helps to take some of the pressure off. I’m hungry, I’m trembly, and I’m a little bit tired. I probably shouldn’t even be here trying to eke out anymore writing for the day. It’s 3:30 on a sunny Monday and I’ve already written (elsewhere) way…

Book Writing – Masochism & Shout Out to Angels

I got to a point in the book writing where I said, why in fucktown did I ever begin this mammoth soul crushing work? What the hell was I thinking? Clearly, this book writing life held within its encompassing tentacles the makings of masochism— self-inducing pain, head banging, nerve rattling, oh just fuckin shoot me…