Guns and Gardens (Gardens hold our Hearts – Pt 2)
Have you ever wondered what happens in historic neighborhoods? Well, they make crazy an art form. […]
Category: am writing
Gardens hold our Hearts
The balcony of my new house looks out over a long side garden, shaggy with neglect but blooming with memories. […]
Scratched by my Muse
Wilhelmina’s story
“I must chew on some wires to show my disapproval.” […]
Speed Dating for Literary Agents
Two weekends ago, through a fog of not-yet diagnosed bacterial pneumonia, I went to my first writers’ conference pitch session. Think about speed dating in hell with a lot more at stake, maybe 3 plus years of work on a particular project. The gun goes off. The pitchees were led upstairs, trying not to look […]
Jamming My World
My forty-year-old Swingline stapler is jammed. I’ve stabbed myself in the thumb with a pair of tweezers, a pen, and now a knife trying to get it working again. […]