Writing Life

I run this poem every year in honor of all my writer peeps out there.   with apologies to CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE 'Twas the night before deadline, when all through the house Not a writer was stirring, not even his mouse; The laptop was set up on the table with care,...

Dear Daughters, I am a woman with no children of my own. I am a universal mother of children born to other mothers. I am a woman and mother who wants her daughters to stand proud. In your lives, you will experience success and failure. Learn from both. You will find...

All of us who write get a series of questions, most of which are asked out of curiosity, a few out of envy, and even fewer to debase us. How long does it take to write a book? What's your "real" job? How long do you write every day? How much money do you make? Are you...