My Last Zero Day: Eight Ten Two Thousand Fifteen
This week has been a strange one for me. Let’s just say I’ve been suicidally, job-walk-outedly, resentfully unhappy for weeks now, being forced as I am to “bring home the bacon” for two people with …
This week has been a strange one for me. Let’s just say I’ve been suicidally, job-walk-outedly, resentfully unhappy for weeks now, being forced as I am to “bring home the bacon” for two people with …
Since I went to college for English but not teaching, everyone assumed I was going in for a Master’s, since you can’t really get a decent-paying job – read: more than $25,000 a year – with an …
Write every day. That is the number one, most constant piece of advice I have seen for writers. It has also been the number one phrase to make me feel like a failure. I would read …
“The transition from writing speeding tickets to commanding a recalcitrant law enforcement bureaucracy was a bit… bumpy.” –Carl Hiaasen, Bad Monkey I’m glad I don’t drink coffee on my way to work, or it would have …