Red Room Where the Writers Are

I haven't posted here for almost three months. Work happened. I taught five classes this semester, and was so busy I hardly wrote. My new book is languishing in the bowels of my computer.

So, in my first two blog postings I seem to have been on this kick about journaling, which is something that is a good things to do and comes highly recommended, but also something I have a lot of

Yesterday I received a comment on my blog post titled "Am I Truly a Writer if I don't Keep a Journal" (or something to that affect) with the person saying they have the same trouble that

I have been writing professionally now for about ten years and throughout it all I have to say that the one most consistent piece of advice--oftentimes stated as do it or else--is to keep a journal

I love to read.  I used to worry that reading someone else's work m

I've sworn I wouldn't do it. I feel like I'm stepping into dangerous territory -- blogdom.

As the mother of eight and six year old girls there are certain lessons that I know are imperative for me to pass on.  First, the length of a female's skirt sends a message.  Whether they to c