Things That Scare Me

It came to me last night, as I was composing that careful, tepid post about selling my book - about achieving something I have wanted my whole writing life, more than forty damn years, for Christ's sake, and I make it sound like I won some cookies at a bake sale - that I am … Continue reading Things That Scare Me



So I have this nice, established blog here, and I haven't written about the fact that my book sold. Wow, look at those words: My book sold. I was not expecting this to happen quickly, but it did. This is due entirely to my agent, who a) was both cheerleader and slave driver, and made sure the … Continue reading Superstition