Keri English
Women Writers Saved My Life
I just read that 49% of fiction authors worldwide are women. Be proud of what you write. I know I am. Read On
To Sleep or Not to Sleep: Insomnia and Inspiration Part Two
Growing up busy, I adapted to a life of feeling like everything should be efficient and squeezed into small blocks of time to make room for the next thing. There is a lot to be said for productivity. Read On
Golden Girls: Doing What We Love
After looking at a puffy, aging Billy Crystal dancing up and down the stairs for five minutes…I decided it would be zombies as usual and flipped to The Walking Dead. Read On
Scent of a Scroll: Smells like Home
Writing letters with a friend, I maintain that there is a handwritten treat leaving my fingers around once a month. Not only that, but arriving in my mailbox in return is an envelope containing something just as carefully crafted and made with thoughtfulness and love. Read On
Procrastination Cured My Writer’s Block
I teach other people study skills, and one of them is how to avoid procrastination. I tell them, “Remember in sixth grade when your teacher told you to write non-stop and if you get stuck, just write ‘I’m stuck I’m stuck’ until you become unstuck?” Sometimes my students laugh but they have all done it before. They always do it again. It usually helps. So I decided to try it. Read On
Close Encounters of the Publishing Kind
When you can live the life you want, everything else is just background noise. Read On
Sleepless: Insomnia and Inspiration
Despite a clear recollection that it’s inadvisable to fall asleep to television, I tried anyway, but failed immediately as infomercials kept me awake; go figure. Read On
Playoffs and Pages
While enjoying my e-romance, I’m made aware (via texts and Facebook updates announced gaily by my chirping Droid) that there are football playoffs occurring. And lo and behold, it’s the New York Giants. Read On
Book Therapy Part Two: Retail Recovery
Pondering which line to join as frustrated shoppers lumped piles of unwanted holiday booty upon countertops became quite a novel game. I thought about each person in front of me as a character in the big book of returns. It was as if we were all awaiting judgment by a shiny, floating, register in some bizarre retail sky. Read On
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