Midnight Oil

Another night, come and gone Another night vanquished by day Another night I’ll never get back The clock is mocking me I’m staring at the freeway of my mind, a pretzel of overpasses, underpasses, onramps, exits. They crisscross, intersect, disconnect. Is it an excuse or a condition? Just pick one. Pick a lane and don’tContinue reading “Midnight Oil”

Confessions of a Hybrid Author | It’s Not a Quantum Leap, But…

It’s fascinating to me that so many authors start with a story, and that story becomes their first finished rough draft and then, their first published book–no matter how long it takes them to accomplish each of those stages. That is not how my writing journey started. The first rough draft I ever finished tookContinue reading “Confessions of a Hybrid Author | It’s Not a Quantum Leap, But…”