A few days after that fateful poem, with my brain still full of thoughts of “Should I write?” and “Do I have anything to say?” and “Am I making excuses?”, I decided to re-read Stephen King’s On Writing. I had read it […]
There I was in my early 20’s, failing to write a novel that insisted on rattling around in my brain, and doubting that I had the ability to really be a writer. Sometimes I would make another attempt at it, but self-doubt […]
This is a long story, so I’m going to break it up into two posts. I’ll post the second part on Wednesday, September 21st. I suspect anyone reading this is someone who already knows me, so you probably already know a bit […]