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…

Darkness Into Light

Do you know me? Have you any idea from whence I came?  Phfft! Darkness.  And I mean the kind of darkness that reeks like shit and failure, the kind of darkness that feels like a nightmare, where at first you’re running because something is chasing and if you dare to stop you will surely die;…

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…