Making Stuff Up II – But When? My Day Is Full!

Last week I talked whined about my loss of eight hours a day writing time because of a new job I’d taken. (Loving the job, by the way.) My friend is now spending all her time taking care of her 92-year-old mother, and she’s lost most of her uninterrupted writing time. Another friend just took …
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The Private Life of a Writer

So, this came screaming across my screen the other day and it made me laugh. Before I started this journey, it’s what I thought writers did. For those of you who don’t know it: No. No, it’s not. I wish, but no. If I could drink coffee all day (OK, I do) and dream stuff …
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