I’ve an odd confession to make, as spurned on by a question i get asked almost every year around this time on the calendar.
I’ve never actively participated in National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo as the truncation goes. 1,451 more words
Breakfast of Champions was not my cup of tea. In fact, if I hadn’t been in an airport while reading it, this probably would have been one of the books that takes me a long time to get through and that might be temporarily tossed aside in favor of another. 239 more words
One thing is certain: I’ve commented before about the correlation between writing, and other activities; primarily about screwing with someone’s mind on the fencing field, and subsequently screwing with someone’s mind while they read your work. 1,749 more words