Moving Like a Moth

She moves like a moth
But she stings like a bee
I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want to be described as moving like a moth. All the moths I’ve seen move around in a herky-jerky manner, like they are lost or inebriated.

She moves like a moth
But she stings like a bee
I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want to be described as moving like a moth. All the moths I’ve seen move around in a herky-jerky manner, like they are lost or inebriated.
Writing is a lot like losing weight. As you work toward your goal weight, you’ll hit set points along the way. You’ll stay at that set point for awhile then start losing again. With writing, you constantly strive to be a better writer and then you’ll hit a set point. Breakthroughs in writing come in…
Earlier this year I learned about a writer’s cultural exchange program in Romania. It sounded perfect for me, especially in light of the novel I’m working on. So I applied for it. I even started planning for it because I just had this feeling that I was going to get in. The deadline was March…
June is National Audiobook and to celebrate, I fully intended to launch the audiobook version of Public Speaking Super Powers. I hired an audio engineer. I verified which of my microphones would be best to use. And I purchased a mini-sound-proofing device to help make the sound crisper. This was all done by February. Plenty of time to get this all done, right?
Then I started working on the script.
Oops. I spoke too soon. Turns out I did break a bone — I have a teeny, tiny fracture in my tibia. Also, I have extensive bruising in my tibia and I sprained my ACL. OK, OK. For some of you that may be Greek – it was for me, too. Basically your leg is…
I sit here in my small, messy office, piles of papers, magazines and other detritus littering the floor around me, remembering the first heady days of my trip to Spain and Romania last month. My mother, who made this trip possible in the first place, arrived the evening before we were to fly to Spain….
Last night, I took my dog, Sprocket, for a walk in the snow. About 5-6 inches of powdery snow covered the grassy areas in front of our apartment building, but the parking lot was plowed. Sprocket has on the little booties I got her for Christmas. She doesn’t like them, as evidenced by her altered…