Warm Again, and Willing to Admit My Mistake

The heat’s back on, and I am relieved to admit that I was wrong—apparently such things can be fixed on a Sunday. Who knew? It’s nice to be wrong sometimes. I’d like to be wrong about all my cautious pessimism when it comes to my writing career, too. I’d like to be wrong about work,Continue reading “Warm Again, and Willing to Admit My Mistake”

How I Came to Be

Seeing Lit Kitten’s mention of Margaret Atwood’s Cat’s Eye jolted me. It’s been a long time since I read that book, so long I couldn’t recall a word of it. Still, I can’t say I’d be the person I am today (or the writer, which for me has become the same thing) if I hadn’tContinue reading “How I Came to Be”