Right now I’m sitting in my son’s trombone lesson, awaiting a stampede of horny moose to show up in response to some of the sounds being made in this room. Optimal writing conditions. Exactly how Virginia Woolf recommended we work.
Right now I’m sitting in my son’s trombone lesson, awaiting a stampede of horny moose to show up in response to some of the sounds being made in this room. Optimal writing conditions. Exactly how Virginia Woolf recommended we work.
This song shuffled up this morning. It’s appropriate not only because of content and also because, like the Monkees on the album cover, I, too, am wearing a turtleneck today.
I’m somewhere between Zero draft and First Draft and need to do some sort of work that “rewrite” doesn’t quite cover. “First Aid” feels closer to the truth. “Excorcism” is probably most accurate. (more…)
I love writing (mostly). It is my job and I am fortunate to do it. I consider myself a working parent with flexibility in her schedule. And that can get a little sticky when it comes to parenting.