It’s been over two decades since all my books went up in smoke. I’m sure they made a lovely bonfire. I had a lot of them, after all. Packed shelves, tall stacks, countless boxes. Because I love books. I even won an award in college for having a great library. Books are good. More is better. No such thing as too many. (more…)
I just got to “The End” of a manuscript I first began writing in 1999. 19-freakin’-99! That means this thing has been in my head and under my skin for 18 years. It’s old enough to smoke.
Of course, as any writer can tell you, “The End” does belong in quotation marks, because it’s really just a quotation of the last two words of a manuscript. It is not the end. It may have taken me eighteen years, but I’m now at the beginning of a daunting thing. (more…)