Why is it that the phrase I thought so perfect — so apropos! — leaps suddenly off the page as miserably imperfect? I’ve either got
Here is some lovely writing that I found in One More River by John Galsworthy (Charles Scribner’s Sons, NY,1970, pp 264-265): …By love was
When my 82-year-old mother visits Sea Venture, she comes laden with a stash of books that she passes on to me. I remember How Starbucks
A former critique partner wrote recently that she owed me a review. Thrilled, I sent her my latest manuscript and told her to read for
Can you see why we love Carteret County? That’s our harbor, with part of the flotilla ready to go! I just received comments from
For all those who got spammed with 30+ emails from this account, I apologize. Again. It seems that when I went in — with a
Okay. All right. I concede. It’s victory to those who pushed me to join Facebook. Even with all of the hassles, the stolen blog, the
Another manuscript out of my hands and into my agent’s. Of course, he may not like it, but that’s negative thinking, so I’d rather not
I want to apologize to any of you who received spam postings from this blog. I recently signed up with Facebook on the advice of