I have two completely different personas. Those who know one side of me often have no idea of the existence of the other---something I have been working to change through confessionals like this. One persona is that of the fiction writer. The other accompanies my "day job." I put that in quotation marks since it's... Continue Reading →
Fiction, like beauty, is more than skin-deep
I don’t wear makeup. That simple fact will save me, according to a 2010 survey, $13,000 over my lifetime. Of course that makes me feel virtuous, as if I am not wasting time or money on something superficial and largely superfluous. But recently I’ve had some stabs of guilt over my chosen avocation—fiction writing—which will... Continue Reading →