The title says it all. It's a feeling, along with pre-publication fears and hopes, every writer is familaiar with. Now combine that with post-publication WTF?!? and you know exactly where I'm at right now. I'm not sure I've ever set and actually kept to as aggressive a publishing schedule as I'm on right now. So... Continue Reading →
When real life collides with make-believe
As I sit here trying to figure out what to blog about, I am listening to the morning news. A local reporter has just finished interviewing a former DEA agent about the tragic events in Dallas last week. My adopted hometown is hurting. It is crying out in anger and pain and yet it is healing,... Continue Reading →
Living the edges
Blame Sarah. Her post yesterday started me thinking on this line, and anything that gets me thinking moderately philosophical thoughts is dangerous. Anyway, as Sarah said yesterday, madness and creativity are pretty closely intertwined. Very few highly creative types don't argue with some form of mental illness, and frankly, once the intelligence levels get high... Continue Reading →