Tag: Writing

Yesterday I deleted my Goodreads account. I had an author’s profile. It proved not as useful as was promised. I first joined several years ago. Early as a regular member. Then I graduate to an author’s account after I published my first novel. Now that has all been deleted. Cache cleared. No longer am I […]

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Five years have now passed since self-publishing my first novel, Living on Empty. (Also available at Apple iBooks and Barnes & Noble).  It is a strange feeling. A somewhat abstract feeling was knowing I wrote an entire full-length novel five years ago.  A year’s long journey that came to an end with a finished product composed of […]

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It has been what seems like forever since I’ve last posted anything to any kind of personal blog. I honestly don’t have a legitimate excuse. Except for that life very much happened and there is no escaping the incidents we all experience in our daily lives. It is Sunday. And currently, the temperature is a 50 […]

Burning the midnight oil often is the romanticized image of writing. Writing sometimes is not as beautiful as we might dream. However, the harder a writer works the more material they produce. With more material brings with it accomplishment and a larger portfolio. Time and time again I doubt my ability. All creative people do […]

Finding time to write usually means sleeping less. When writing is not yet one’s single source of income one must find time to write. I would prefer to be writing whenever I wanted and anytime of the day, but I have not succeeded in the endeavor. Perhaps one day. But not today. Until then am […]

  No one tells you writing the second book is even harder than the first book. After one writes the first book the first question often asked: “So, when is the second one coming?” I have no flippity flopping idea. It will come when it comes and when I am ready and able to write […]

He walked into the coffee shop and ordered a Triple, Large, Half Sweet, Non-Fat, Caramel Macchiato. He waited impatiently while stroking his goatee, fixing his large black-rimmed glasses, and checking his twitter account. They called his name twice. He didn’t answer because by that time he was in the middle of typing a massive email […]

ONLY THE BEGINNING Hello. I’m here now. Better late than never. Right? I have been wanting to do this for some time now. Having traversed the long narrow and winding road of writing a first novel I thought I had earned a small break. I sunk in my chair feeling very tired. My fingers were […]