This scissors holder is one of the last things my grandmother gave me.
I allowed myself to skip any other personal writing projects for the week, including this blog.
Photos of San Francisco bay.
I can’t count the number of beginnings to stories and novels I’ve written, fascinated by an image or character in my head, only to have to stop when I have no idea what’s going to happen next.
It’s been almost two years since I quit Facebook. It was only supposed to be a break that lasted a […]
Conventional wisdom for writers says that, when it comes to writing dialog, you should listen to how people really speak and capture it on paper.