Messy. Shady. Honest.
Wow. The absence of words and ideas is torture. To sit on the couch and try to think of something to write over and over again and nothing comes to mind, it’s more than writer’s block. It’s a complete mental situation. The list of things I should be working on is long and more complicated... Continue Reading →
I've fallen a bit behind on the postings here, but I have what I think is a good excuse. Thanks to a friend (thank you Shelby!) I have been introduced to an online critiquing group called Critiquematch.com. I had just been searching for writing groups in San Francisco right before the lockdown. I've always either belonged to... Continue Reading →
Things are getting ugly and it’s sort of a mess. I have awful writer’s block. And when I say block, it’s a complete brick wall in my face. I cannot seem to take Hemingway’s advice of writing one true sentence. Or, I get the sentence and can’t follow it up with anything behind it. I’ve... Continue Reading →
An Honest Swallow 