For as long as I can remember I wanted to be a mom. I was absolutely convinced I could parent better than my mother. My father was the breadwinner — king of our small kingdom — and more into himself than raising the two kids he produced and the one he adopted. I became a … Continue reading Letting Go of Adult Kids
https://open.spotify.com/episode/2B6yJY1AYeS6fI7R0TrHDY?si=ngomJfl7RPSk96lLsrFJGg Am I two inches from the floor I can't see, or the next step is a 200 ft drop? Been fighting myself over this since I started writing fiction. I face this battle every damn day I sit in front of my laptop, the cursor blinking at me, waiting patiently for me to decide … Continue reading On Writing Fiction
Ever had a blind date? While women are worried the guy is a psycho-killer, most guys are worried the woman will be fat. I've always had a...complicated relationship with food. I grew up in the 70s and 80s, when heroin addict thin was trending chic. My mother's favorite actress was Audrey Hepburn, because she was, … Continue reading Food in Fiction
...or The War Inside My Head I have time to write the 2nd draft of PT. Or, at least, I can make time. But I'm NOT WRITING it. Why? WHAT IS THE FUCKING PROBLEM? I CAN'T THINK OF STORY. HELL, I CAN'T THINK other than about my fucked up sitch, in the REAL WORLD, outside … Continue reading Writer’s Block
