My dad is the best. Shopping for him is the worst. And those fathers day gift guides? Pshhhht. Useless. According to them, all dads love one or more of the following things: Grilling Drinking Ties Golf Technology Books These are all non-starters. Grilling Nope. When my dad lights a fire you can see it from
I am not a quitter. Quitters are the worst. Everybody knows this. Quitters are weak, quitters are cowards. quitters are fair weather fans. Quitters never win, & winners never quit. I’m starting to question that. Actually, it’s my ankle. My ankle has the questions. My left ankle, to be precise. In the interests of full
This is not for you. For the first time in my writing career I am not writing for you. I am not writing to charm you, interest you, please you or entertain you. I tried that. God damn but I tried that. I tried so hard. I tried for 15 years. It didn’t work out.
We writers live pretty solitary lives. The upside is that we rarely have to put on actual pants (as defined by zippers & buttons rather than elastic & drawstrings). We also get to spend a lot of time having imaginary conversations with fictional people, which is awesome, because *revisions*. I’ve heard there are people who can
Fun Fact: My house & I are approximately the same age. Not-So-Fun fact: We seem to be falling apart in unison. Now I used to be a ridiculously healthy person. My dental hygenist cooed compliments about my well-flossed teeth. I could have digested steel wool. (Probably.) I didn’t even stock aspirin because I never used
They say there are two things you never want to see being made — laws and sausage. I would respectfully request that we add books to the list. And why? Because we writers are shameless thieves. We’d rather you didn’t know that, though. We’d rather you just believed in the magic of our imaginations. The sad truth
