I would never attempt to call myself the shining example of what a writer is supposed to be. I hardly even call myself a write.
I had the most relaxing weekend ever. I’m sure the crappy, rainy, freezing cold weather helped to slow me down like a cryogenics machine. I
After all the griping yesterday about a “real job,” I woke up this morning to a job offer in my inbox. A writing job. Something
Happy Saturday everyone. The weather here is leaving a bit to be desired. Not at all like that Florida sunshine I was in just a
I saw an event scroll through my news feed on Facebook the other day. It was an evening with Anne Lamott. I looked at it