You Can’t Go Home, But You Can Visit
I drove 250 miles this week, Plymouth to Brooklyn, NY. I’ve traveled I-95 and Merritt/Hutchinson/Henry Hudson hundreds of times. Traffic was light, the day bright, and for reasons that aren’t […]
writing life
Works for Cookies
Best assistant ever–he works for cookies and keeps me on track. Sure he’s shaggy, but it’s part of his charm. Waffles the Lhasa.
One Word in Front of the Other
People have asked me “How can you write a novel?” It’s one word in front of the other. “Why don’t you write short stories? That would be so much easier?” […]