In another two cups of coffee, St. Joe will be a beautiful old railroad town. Right now, however, it is a foolhardy city that allows two 5:00s to exist within the same day. I’m recovering from a night in a cheap motel, and the recent loss of my (nearly-finished) draft of my A-to-Z post for
I finally registered for the Pikes Peak Writers’ Conference in April. I managed to get time off from work to actually go, and if that’s not a sign, I don’t know what is. So, I filled out forms, and pressed send, and now, I’m going. So, clearly, the first problem is underwear– No, wait. That’s
The Insecure Writers’ Support Group posts on the first Wednesday of the month. More information and the sign-up can be found here. The awesome co-hosts for the February 1 posting of the IWSG will be Misha Gericke, LK Hill, Juneta Key, Christy and Joylene Buter! When I was working on my first novel–the one in
So, here’s a quick picture from the middle of nowhere. This brick mural comes to you from a small airport somewhere in Kansas. And yes, today, I’m actually using one of my own photos. I suppose I could have asked for details about this airport, but I’m pretty sure nobody was there at the time.