Y’all, I am so, so, so excited! As you may know, I’ve pledged to use 20% of any writing, website, or consulting money to support artists and the arts. I’ve finally been able to take my first step toward that pledge.
I’ve been reading Dying to be Me by ANITA MOORJANI. I had first heard of her several years ago…
I think Thanksgiving is kind of like Valentine’s Day—if someone beats their partner 364 days a year but brings them chocolate on Valentine’s Day, does that mean that Valentine’s Day is special?
Fiction, I’ve read (somewhere) is the art of telling lies that present a greater truth. Fiction walks the tightrope between fantasy and reality.
I have a confession to make: I have lost my voice. It’s here, somewhere, or there somewhere. Maybe it’s next to my car keys I can’t find at the moment, either.