Progress?
My Muse slips into my writing office. I don’t turn, but I hear him close the door with a quiet snick. “I hope you enjoyed… Read More »Progress?
My Muse slips into my writing office. I don’t turn, but I hear him close the door with a quiet snick. “I hope you enjoyed… Read More »Progress?
I add the last entry to the list on the white board in my writing office and fail to suppress the urge to squeal like… Read More »The waiting game
I enter my writing office, coffee mug in hand. It’s a fun one I received as a gift. Every writer needs a fun mug! “G’day,… Read More »Stormin' the brain
Remember those old percolating coffee pots? You know, the white ones with the little blue flowers on them and the wide bottom (not the tapered-bottomed… Read More »Percolating stories