Mark took out his phone. The Stormtrooper on his iPhone cover stared at me with black triangle eyes. “When are you going to get a grownup’s phone case?” He ignored me, fingers moving deftly over the keyboard. His eyes roamed the display. “See,” I said, taking a bite of my burger, “It’s a thing.” “No,”… Continue reading Mileticolitis
Originally posted on Write Free or Die:
Sorry, but they do. At least, they do when it comes to writing. We have this image in our mind of the tortured writer pounding away at the keyboard, glass of whiskey by their side, all alone in their attic, trapped in a world unto themselves. But that’s…
I grew up reading and writing, drawing and playing outside. Admittedly, there was television, too. I made friends, a few enemies. I’ve also loved: enter family, friends, husband, and three infuriable (infuriating + adorable) sons. The reading and writing, among the other experiences, have stuck… I hope you read, and enjoy, what I write.
