We thought we were doing a favor for a stranger. It turned out, he did a favor for us.
We thought we were doing a favor for a stranger. It turned out, he did a favor for us.
Recently I was lucky enough to go away for a weekend with two of my best writing buddies. During that weekend I found a renewed appreciation for peace and quiet: that lovely void where the only sounds are the characters in my head, and the dancing of fingers on a keyboard. During the day-to-day madness …
It’s always been my true and fervent belief that we all have at least one novel inside of us, waiting to be written. But a few short years ago, I wasn’t sure that my own novel would ever get finished. After all, the roadblocks seemed high and wide: I never had time to write, I wasn’t sure if what …