The Power of Story

The Power of Story

I can’t imagine how many hours I lay on my bed as a kid and read. No weekend was complete without finishing a new book. My Dad, football coach and expert lawn-mower, worried about me. I read too much and did too much science.

You’re A Writer? Bleed More.

You’re A Writer? Bleed More.

Are you a writer? I used to be. Then I strayed. But I’ve come back. The final nail on the coffin of my wayward ways? Hills Like White Elephants. It’s like this. I’ve been frustrated becuase I love to write. I write some fiction and lots of...