A week into the New Year, I’m still carrying baggage from 2017, 2016, 2015, etc., and the thought of putting it down makes me chafe. Why am I so comfortable with this burden that I’m already adjusting 2018 to make room for it? My hands aren’t that big and my muscles...
I’m a week out from the BookBaby Independent Authors Conference and I have been thinking long and hard about what I write, why I write, and for whom I write. It’s been a fraught thought process, one that has forced me to confront something I’d known for a while but...
The immediate weeks leading up to this birthday have been mercurial to say the least, which makes sense considering my ruling planet is Mercury (which was apparently in retrograde, and isn’t that always fun?). A colleague of mine passed away suddenly on the same...
Sometimes you have to sit with a thing; let it soak, then simmer, then sink further down into the psyche where the real metabolism can begin. Prince’s death hasn’t soaked, simmered, or sunk yet, but I’m going to write about it, anyway....