July 2011

It has occurred to me the that some of you may not remember who I am. Back when I was a nOOb writer with hardly anything published (actually, now that I think of it, not so different from now)  I used a screen name instead of my real name.  I don’t know why exactly.  Maybe

My normally unruly beard has become downright mutinous in the wake of my summer vacation from teaching. He has gained significant traction in the southern territories and threatens to overtake the border from chin to neck.  It won’t be  long before Beard and Chest Hair form an alliance. Precautions have been taken.  I’ve sent in

All the work I’ve had accepted is quietly waiting to be published.  The stories I’ve submitted to magazines are quietly waiting to be read.  My novel is quietly waiting to be written.  My homebrew is quietly waiting to be bottled.  And I’m quietly waiting for Autumn. I’m not a big fan of summer, and this,

It’s been two weeks since I’ve made any additions to my novel.  Two weeks of house repairs.  Two weeks of company and holiday barbeques.  Two weeks of my summer gone. But no writing. If you’ve ever been in one of these situations, you know that the longer you go without writing, the harder it is