In the Wrong Zone
Well I’m in the zone. Not the writing zone (or editing zone where I should be) but the reading zone. I’m doing my annual prep for the upcoming WritersFestival (Confessions of a proud… Continue reading
Well I’m in the zone. Not the writing zone (or editing zone where I should be) but the reading zone. I’m doing my annual prep for the upcoming WritersFestival (Confessions of a proud… Continue reading
I couldn’t find my book. I needed to read it. I looked on my nightstand. It wasn’t there. I searched for it outside, thinking I might have left it on the patio. I… Continue reading
I collect books. Not special pieces of literature, first editions or necessarily best sellers. When something catches my eye, when I’ve heard of a great story from an interview or friend, or when… Continue reading