Why?

Hop in for a journey with my MC and me. Where we’re headed, nobody knows.

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.

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.