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I’m investing in superglue while writing this scene. Otherwise, I’m not sure I’ll have any more coffee mugs left in the cupboard.

It was a dark and stormy night. Okay, not really. It was a Saturday morning, and my dreams of picking up where I left off on my manuscript were dashed by technology.

Here’s my latest blog. No. Check out my latest blog. No. My latest blog is ready to be read. No. My newest blog entry is published. No. Oh hell, just read the damn thing.

Do you think Lou Bega ever doubted himself? Or Monica? Or Erica?

The fourth of the five stages of writing is The Doubt. Worse than the monster under the bed.

It’s been said that if you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life. I don’t think I’m alone in saying, “Hooey!” Work is work, but I still love what I do.

Decisions, decisions. Without this second stage, it’s pretty difficult to progress on to the next stage of writing.

I’ve started a new book, which means I’ve started on the first of the five stages of writing.

A “funny” thing happened at my routine check-up the other day...

We all know that driving and operating heavy machinery under the influence are both no-nos. But what about writing under the influence? You be the judge.