Why?

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.

Although encouraged, this blog is not required reading. That is all.

Short story long, I’m at the conclusion of my Christmas story about Ralph and his Great American Novel that no one wants to read.

The phrase “avoided like the plague” could not even begin to describe how I dodged reading Ralph’s book. And soon enough, Ralph himself.

When you’re at a party, trapped into talking with the worst guest ever, why can’t anyone read your mind and hear your screams to be rescued? What I would’ve given…

I do. Who knew that two words—just three letters!—could have gotten me into so much trouble. Especially when I was at a holiday soiree, not the altar.