When do I write? In the cracks between my toddler’s poops and my wife’s contractions.
Two years ago, I spoke at a nursing home about my most recent novel. I take any gig that I can get. In a sparsely furnished basement room, standing in…
Two years ago, I spoke at a nursing home about my most recent novel. I take any gig that I can get. In a sparsely furnished basement room, standing in…
