E.B. Moore lives in a city loft, but writes her way back to farm life in Pennsylvania where she grew up. She retired as a metal sculptor in her fifties and hung her tools on the loft beams before looking…
A title says a lot about a person. If you use the wrong prefix, better watch out. Address a woman as Mrs. instead of Ms, her hackles could rise. Confuse a five star General with a General Factotum, and the…
We know a lot of you writers hate the whole social media thing. Some days, we feel the same way. But, here’s the deal: It’s good for you. Or you dread the book tour idea, what with the probability of…
When I completed the latest please-let-this-be-the-final-draft-on-this-side-of-the-process manuscript revision to the best of my ability and with the incredible feedback of my writing group and other fool souls, I drank a lot of wine, ate a lot of cupcakes and administered many…
I’ve struggled recently with two different sorts of tunnel syndrome. The first type is affecting the nerves in my elbows and hands. My husband, not a doctor, says it’s carpal tunnel syndrome. Symptoms include numbness, tingling, stiffness and a sensation…
Like Jesse Pinkman in Breaking Bad, I just needed the right teacher to get me jazzed about Science. If my teachers had related science to interesting things like reading and writing and food or meth, I probably would have paid…