Where Writers Write: From The Next Best Book Blog (TNBBC)*
(Link to piece here.) So, this is the official place I write, in that there’s a desk, a computer and a chair, and eventually all final drafts of manuscripts (be…
(Link to piece here.) So, this is the official place I write, in that there’s a desk, a computer and a chair, and eventually all final drafts of manuscripts (be…
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“You’ll learn to love it,” Whitey says, and while I’m not a gambling man, I feel certain this is a bet he would lose. I drink too much and exercise…
In the elevator we all become imbeciles. If two people fall on each other in an elevator, does it make any sound? No. Condo living, if you’re lucky, allows you…
A few words about my commute: it’s killing me. If you don’t believe it, ask any of the anonymous near corpses suffering alongside me, their anger and impotence creating a…
These day trips ask a lot of you, almost so much that you find yourself fondly reminiscing about the good old days you never knew, the days when horse-drawn carriages…
She had a silver car. Here’s how you know someone has gotten to you: when, a week, or a month, or a year (or more) after they’ve left your life,…
What are you seeing, exactly? Yourself, in a tux? Maybe marriage was the secret. You’ve felt nothing at all like envy for your friends who had wedded—happily or not—and especially…
Take a guy. Let’s say he’s about my age: old enough to own his own condo and pay almost all his bills, who is young enough to be unmarried but…