Good Gods! the summer is such a face slapper when you’re trying to write fiction. And yet, somehow I got stuff done–not enough by any means, but stuff nonetheless.
I’e had summers where I’ve completely driven off the road and been unable to find my way back until Thanksgiving. Two years ago, I was on the move in a big way finishing up a novella about modern addiction after a summer of twiddle-twaddling and out of the blue a ruptured disk in my lower back leveled me.
But it’s boring to hear about a writer’s life, isn’t it? I apologize.
Well, boring unless the writer is letting people in on some scandalous sexual tale or they Continue reading “Which Way We Going Now?”