I am tossed on the horns of a dilemma. Sitting here, at my desk, looking at two shelves full of books. Not just shelves - full bookshelf units. six foot by three foot, and full of volumes. To my left, my husband's Louis L'Amour shelf (paperbacks, some of the leatherbounds, and maybe a shelf of... Continue Reading →
Nothing to See Here…
I'm sitting here racking my brain for something to write that will entertain and enlighten (what? Well, it might!) you all. So far I'm coming up empty. I thought about editing, but that's been done a lot. I'd been asked by a friend how I would recommend starting in this Independent Author thing, and I... Continue Reading →