Monthly Archives: November, 2013
The Dreaded, Beloved Pink Bathrobe
I refuse to call it writer’s block. That would be passé. That would make me like any other writer and, of course, I’m special. It’s just a pink bathrobe day. You know, one of those gray, wet mornings when you haul yourself out of bed, stumble into the closet and stare, un-caffeinated, at your options. […]
Writers as Recluse
Is it possible for an author to achieve notoriety without prostituting themselves under the cloak of social media? Has social media and internet ephemera made it harder for us as authors to focus and do what matters – write? And I wonder, is it even possible for someone my age, getting into this game now, […]
How Living Abroad Changed My Life And My Writing
When dinosaurs roamed the earth in 1974, I charged off to Europe the summer after high school armed with a passport, a Eurail pass, some travelers checks, and the addresses of some relatives I’d never heard of given to me by my Dutch parents. Back then you could travel around Europe, hitch, take the train, […]
