Two weeks ago this Thursday, I felt completely sorry for myself and for my writing. This self-depreciating, pitiful behavior surfaced after I began ruminating over my 2011 creative writing submissions. Of the several major submissions I had sent to magazines and editors (which, in truth, …
With nearly a few hours left in 2011, I hope we all take some time to reflect on the past twelve months. What changes did you make this year? What are you most proud of? What challenges did you encounter? 2011 was a benchmark for …
I’ve been dogging myself for neglecting this blog. I tend to be a sporadic blogger when I’d rather be Ms. Consistency. When I spoke with my writing accountability partner about this, she offered a gentle reply. She said I had had a rough year and …
I mailed my interfaith marriage book proposal to a publisher last Tuesday. After nearly one year of gestation, the proposal for Saffron Cross: How a Southern Baptist Minister Fell in Love with a Hindu was finally ready for the eyes of an eager acquisitions editor. And …
I am a writer because of Steve Jobs. That sounds a bit extreme–hear me out–my statement comes from the purest of logic. I attended Glenwood Elementary School in Chapel Hill, NC, in the late 1980s. At that time, Glenwood was a participant in Apple’s Classrooms …
I have nearly one dozen draft blog posts in my writing queue. They range from the trivial to serious–everything from music to interfaith resources, to trichotillomania (I’ll explain that one later). Note that by virtue of including the term trichotillomania in this post, I am …