Cocoon

I am entrenching myself in a cocoon. No drinks out, no dinners, no phone calls please, no trips anywhere at all, no freelance projects (difficult when this broke), no expectations, no more things I have to do and can't remember why I had to do them. No reasons, really, just feel like isolating, just feel … Continue reading Cocoon

The First Monumental Word

I may have to give up on my search for the perfect first line. I keep going back for it. I haven't made much progress at all with Attempt #3 at writing the new novel—yep, I went back not once but twice to start over from scratch. Drastic scratch. Brand-new and blank Word document, after … Continue reading The First Monumental Word