Not to leave my readership hanging, here is how the rest of John Deere’s prophesy panned out: Shortly after my breakup with Michael, one of my fellow waiters, Aris, a handsome gay man from Sparta., invited me out for a drink after work. At the bar, he asked if I...
>Until now, the idea of research has been as appealing as having sharp pins poked into my eyes. Lately, I have found researching to be very exciting. That is largely due to the fact that my current research is all about how to manage stealing some time in which to...
>Yesterday morning the house was quiet – grandson gone home, guests gone home, son sleeping his teenage Sunday sleep – so I did what I love best: slid out of bed, put the coffee on and sat at the keyboard facing the river to write 2,000 words before 10:30...
> Maybe it isn’t such a good idea to take a writing holiday, or I should say a holiday from writing. I have begun to feel as if my novel is complete, that the work is done, and my characters are off on their not-so-merry ways living their own lives without my...
>As I wait for my manuscript to come home from school, I have been holding up pieces of it to the window and to the mirror. I watch light sparking off its facets as it turns in my hand. Some of the sparks have caught fire. Here are some of the secondary characters...
