Increasingly, newish writers are surfacing in my in-box asking me to read their work and give them some feedback. This flatters my ego to no end — “HA! You think I have something to teach you about writing! HA! That’s HILARIOUS!” A-hem. Hey, anyone who has the nerve to ask me for feedback is probably …
I’m not very good and I shouldn’t sing, not really, but I do anyway. Hey, no one is requiring you to hit “play”. Chords? Those are here.
It wasn’t particularly horrible, not superlatively awesome, but, well, it was okay. I didn’t do much by way of getting stories published, though I did get some nice rejections. I was hired to run a blog and then, when it turned out the company hadn’t budgeted for real pay for writers, things went south, very …
Just a few days ago, I picked up a sprawling picture book about Antarctica. You know the sort of thing, glossy paper, weighs a ton, gorgeous photography, very pretty maps. On breaks from my desk, I flip it open at random and read the spread about seals or tourism or ice or whatever. It’s nice …
Last week, while we were visiting, my mom asked “us kids” what we thought about the Kindle. “Yeah, like I need to carry around another piece of electronic STUFF,” was my response. The truth is, I kind of like the idea of an iPad, eReader, some third thing that is especially designed for reading, after …