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What is keeping a journal but a need to talk with myself and make sense of things? As I sit here trying to figure out what to do with myself...

I have written approximately 250 words, by hand, for NaNoWriMo this year. And while it is possible that I still might catch up—my expected w...

Late last night, in a fit of exhausted inspiration, I signed up for NaNoWriMo , even though I questioned recently whether I should attempt ...

Occupy Wall Street resonates with me because I was once young, out of college, and unable to find work . Even then,  it was hard to find ga...

A friend asked recently if I intended to do NaNoWriMo this year. I said I wasn't sure. Since that time,  my potential answer has swung ...

Despite my earlier disdain for Twitter , I have begun to tweet a few times a week. It has helped ease my withdrawal from Facebook. And, unli...

I vowed on my Facebook page (where else?) four days ago that I was taking a break from Facebook. But I have found it difficult to entirely a...

When my son was a toddler, he didn't want to sleep in his own room. While the family bed concept might work for some people, I needed my...

I am finally revising my YA novel , moving from first draft to a sort-of second draft. This is where I am rewriting my too-much-telling-not-...

Illustration of the voyage of the Pequod, from Moby Dick, one of a series of 12 literary maps produced as a calendar by the Harris-Seybold...