Month: January 2018

Do I honor my reality in my writing life? I don’t know. And what does that even mean? I still haven’t achieved the perfect balance between writing and life. There. I said it. It’s hard to work a 40 hour work week, commute an hour […]

I considered writing fairly early in life because my mother was a writer from the time I was very young. I remember her taking her Masters in English and writing novels. She put it aside for a while to pay the bills and raise us […]