Some people talk about writing like they are chasing butterflies along the pretty garden paths of their manuscripts. Like their words frolic with Disney characters. They speak of churning out pages like a high-end laser printer.
It’s the day after Christmas, and if you’re anything like me, you’re probably exhausted and have a jollyhangover. So let’s just hang out and swap stories.
Orly and I were chatting in an early email over coffee the other day about yet another way that we writers are seen as a different species by the rest of the population: Writing in Public.… Read the post