The Not Easy Shit

Just so we’re clear, this shit ain’t easy. And when I say this shit, I mean writing along the  eclectic levels on which I express. I’m like an amoeba, shrinking, expanding, morphing— showing up in different shapes from moment to moment and one day to the next. I’m not doing it on purpose …. not…

When I Win, You Win

By the time I realized where this blog was taking me, it was too late to turn back. I don’t say that as an admission of regret, rather I say it to record the truth. Because the truth also is, if I could have seen the future of my unfolding here, the unpacking of my…

Two Years After Quitting the Day Job- Part 2

Can I talk to you? Plain, sincere, honest talking here. This is not exactly the post I came up with for part two …. but this is what I’m going with. (You can read part one here). Because sometimes this writing life is hard to sustain. That is the simple truth. You wouldn’t believe the…

Two Years After Quitting the Day Job

Two years ago, in July 2016, I quit my safe, comfortable, ten-minute commute, 9 to 5 job to pursue my writing dreams. Yep. I had just turned fifty and had been mildly content in that job for seven years. And by mildly content I mean, I only harbored violent fantasies about a handful of co-workers…