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. Share with your followersFacebookTwitteremailStumbleUponBufferDiggPinterestRedditTumblr
The story of my life
I was on top of the world. Had it all right in my hands. And then the kids woke up. The end. (History does have a way of repeating itself.) Share with your followersFacebookTwitteremailStumbleUponBufferDiggPinterestRedditTumblr
No I am not obsessed with cats and I have proof
Apparently I’ve been obsessing over cats lately. In conversations with friends. During client meetings. HERE . . . I’m even cursing them in my sleep (according to Greg). Usually when you obsess over something it’s because you secretly, deep down LOVE whatever you’re feigning hate for. So I’d just like to get this clear – […]
No amount of coffee will fix this
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? […]
Nothing like a bout of complaining to remind you of how good your life is
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 […]