I'm writing my fourth and final book in a series. Scratch that. I'm supposed to be writing. Yesterday I marched myself up to my writing room with the sole intention of getting some words on paper. Let's just say a closet has been cleaned out, furniture dusted, drawers de-cluttered, but not one word has been… Continue reading Finishing

More Wrong

I've always disliked the phrase: "You couldn't be more wrong," as though being wrong isn't absolute. One of my favorite shows did a good job trying to explain the gradation of "wrong," when pointing out: "It's a little wrong to say a tomato is a vegetable, but very wrong to say it's a suspension bridge."… Continue reading More Wrong