I had a longer weekend than usual. I added a few of my vacation days to the normal two-day weekend for a much needed break, and I’ve come to this conclusion: Every week should consist of two work days and five days of weekend. Swear to God. The world would be such a happy, wonderful place if that were so. People could actually get things done and have some fun—imagine that! Just yesterday, I managed to sell my books, watch…
Two projects down, six more projects to go. I’m on a roll. Send the work my way! Now I want to do science fiction and children’s book covers. Share this post:
Some days I just have so much to say, to share, and I just can’t for the life of me let it out. It’s like having a conversation with a non-stop talker, and even though you have the perfect story to add to the conversation, so relevant, so on point and so appropriate for the situation, a little bit poignant and a little bit humorous, you just can’t get a word in edgewise. Yeah. Like that—only, in this case, there’s…
My writing is far from perfect. I make mistakes all the time. The typos I generate—the grammatical errors, the misspellings, the malapropisms, all of it—could fill a whole wall of shelves if they were printed up and bound. My one saving grace is that if I catch a mistake, or if someone points one out to me, I will usually correct it. If I find a better way to say something, I go ahead and revise. It’s a throwback to…
September is turning out to be rowdier than August. August was lazy, hot, slow, and whiny—never wanting to do anything, go anwhere, see anyone. Always wanting to put things off. September, on the other hand, is a workaholic with ADD and a sugar high. I’ve been putting in some overtime at work for the deadlines, and I’ve got more than a few projects lined up for my evening hours—a couple of caricatures, a couple of editing gigs, a couple of…