Novelist
I sliced some skin on my two favorite fingers the other day, requiring stitches and pain pills. Right hand, index and thumb. This morning I discovered that I need these exact digits to zip my jeans. Looks like yoga pants for the holidays. Not easy to type either, so keeping this short. I’ll be back…
There are teachers who write and writers who teach; we are separate species. I’m a writer who teaches, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about my day job. It means it’s a job, not my life’s passion. It’s an interesting job for a writer, too, since I’m helping college freshmen learn tricks of the sentence trade. I would…
As a book reviewer, I learned that “galleys” were the final manuscript, set in print, before publication. Galleys were what we mostly read. They had plain covers and came with an info-packed publicity note. We were always told that we should not quote from galleys unless the publicist agreed. I found that it was okay to…
After a visit to my dealer, I mean doctor, yesterday, I caught a glint of something positive removing the migraine curse I’ve been under for six weeks now. Doc & I have been together ten years and he knows my triggers. Weather, wind, rain, low pressure systems. Also dentist visits. And stress. Yesterday as I told my…
This past weekend, I went to the store and bought cookies, chocolate bars, ice cream, and fudge sauce. Monday, and it is all gone. Huge meltdown, no writing. Why? A friend, or a former friend, because I can’t take this anymore, accused me of being an malicious liar. She’d done this once before, also in a…