Forgive me writing gods, for I have been distracted. I haven't written a word on my new novel in nineteen days. I haven't researched new agents pending the three new rejections I got recently. I haven't yet decided what to do with my fourth unpublished novel. True, I wrote one blog, but I am not sure that counts. Blogs are merely streams of consciousness. They are thoughts that one allows to spill over into the public domain. Forgive me writing gods, for I have been distracte

We are creatures of habit. All of us. Sure, some of us like spontaneity, improvisation, and consider ourselves to be 'unpredictable', but when you boil right down to the core, even being consistently unpredictable is habitual. Even though I, personally, welcome change and embrace it – I am no exception to this statement. Recently my routine has been turned upside down. It was one of those massive changes that were predictable . . . to get personal for just a minute: when you

Two years ago I began writing my first novel. It was a spontaneous activity: more or less based on a sudden whim. I had left my previous work place, was trying to figure out what I wanted to do next. It was clear to me that I would update my resume and start looking for another job in the corporate world. But then, I sat down and I started to write. It wasn't that simple mind you. The first book that I wrote (The Perfection of the Glass Lemons) began as a conversation – oral