Month: June 2018

I’m missing summer, the heat of the days I should be acclimating to, the lightning bugs, the sounds of the night. At the moment, I’m laid up. My foot’s in a sling. I walk maybe a mile in the early evening with the dogs, but that’s halting and hobbled. I…

Selling a book is the least glamorous and most grueling part of writing. People think of writers in their studies, typing away at their work, creating the next essay, scene, novel, or memoir. Friends of mine think that all I do as a writer is write all day. I wish…