Memoir: An Exercise
L-double I-S-A. Liisa. I can’t say that the double i’s were the reason I liked her so much, but it most definitely added to her mystique. It…

L-double I-S-A. Liisa. I can’t say that the double i’s were the reason I liked her so much, but it most definitely added to her mystique. It…

I Am A C-Plus I should probably have to turn in my blogging card. Hang my head in despair, and perform a solitary walk of shame away…

Is that a novel in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me? It’s Day 4 of my post-NaNoWriMo existence. I am squarely in what…

The Light at the End of the Tunnel Eyes sore. Fingers calloused. Back in spasms. Occupational hazards of the aspiring writer as he pecks away at his…

Well, here we are. Eight days into my own personal Everest – attempting to write a novel in 30 days. It’s been an adventure so far, and…

OK. Here’s the situation. My parents went away on a week’s vacation…whoops. No. That’s not quite right. Not where I meant to go with that, so let…