Published on February 3, 2015
Doubt crawls up my shoulder and whispers: “Writing make-believe stories is a worthless occupation. What good can fiction possibly do? And romantic fiction? Ha! What a joke.” And then I walk down the hospital hallway to the coffee room, past artwork and photographs of my genre –
Published on August 29, 2014
Last weekend I met a scientist who shared with me her recent bout of burnout. Blackout, checkout, whatever term fit, she needed out. The only books she had in her home were nonfiction, science, history, how-to. They weren’t what she needed during those weary days. Too much