It’s true. I’m writing a book. It’s actually what I was born to do. You know. My purpose here. Except that it’s taking me so fricken long to finish that I wonder if maybe someone else shouldn’t be in charge here. Like my dog.
Most of all, I love loving what I do. I get to write every day. Stick me on a cloud with my laptop (and WIFI) next to the Philadelphia Cream Cheese lady and I’m as happy as, well, the Philadelphia Cream Cheese lady. And then there are cats. Did I mention that I hate cats? […]
Crazy week here at “writing central”. It seems that everyone (as in EVERY-FRICKEN -ONE) woke up with the same great idea: “Wouldn’t it be cool if we brought the deadline up?” Yeah. Cool. Because thinking . . . strategizing . . . writing clear, comprehensive copy is always easier when I have a gun to […]