When All That’s Left is Writing

I'd rather go on a walk right now than write my book. I'm writing this now from the basement as I watch my husband try and soothe our over-tired two-year-old to sleep. I'm supposed to be writing my novel. I'm not shirking my duties, I'm taking a break from my own brain and allowing myself... Continue Reading →

Why All Writers Are Narcissists

Don't get me wrong, I think we're all a bit narcissistic on a basic, human level. But narcissism is the life blood of writers. We, and I include myself to be generous (To me, not to other, more talented writers. Though that would be narcissistic of me, so...), think we have something so unique and profound to... Continue Reading →

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