For the first time in eons, I’ve decided not to watch American Idol this season. I doubt they’ll miss me. I’m not in their target demographic, nor am I an educated listener. Quite often, I think someone gave a wonderful performance, and then the judges tear it to pieces. And I confess, I’ve only ever bought one winner’s CD, and that was Daughtry’s. So, yeah. No Idol this year.
Last night, during a phone conversation with my youngest sister, she asked what I’m writing now. My answer was, “Nothing.” Her response, “Do you want me to give you some ideas?” You can probably guess my answer.
Yesterday, I started writing a somber, angst-ridden post. I guess the title and the hearts are clues this is not …
All my sources tell me that, as a new indie author, I need to publish more work soon. Writing a …
A sick seven-year-old has graced me with her full-day presence the past two days. Now, I’m behind on all things …
The simple answer to that question is NO. We may never reach our full creative potential, but we should strive …
My friend and fellow writer Cristina Trapani-Scott has begun a series she calls Twelve Days of Writing. In her first …
