Happiness. It's relative.
I’ve come to this conclusion: if the wars in your head ever stop, you’re done for. There have been a couple of wars going on in my head lately. One of them is about this blog. Do I write every day and suffer the… Continue Reading “My Writing Armistice”
Having any kind of writing life is to fret and expect sympathy. As if non-writers can relate to or care about one’s manufactured angst. “My writing life is a mess,” I complained this morning. My husband was reading the sports page. “Too many reruns.… Continue Reading “99 New: The Flat Arc of Laziness”
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